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DIVINE    HYMNS, 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 


I  OK   THE    USE    OF 


RELIGIOUS  ASSEMBLIES, 

A  M  D 

PRIVATE  CHRISTIANS. 

A 

COLLECTION, 

Br  JO  SUVA   SMITH, 

AND  OTHERS. 

THE    SEVENTH    EDITION— RE  VISED. 


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DIVINE    HY  MNS,  &c.' 


H  Y  M  N    i. 

A  Son*  of  pralfci 


NOW  In  a  fong  of  grateful  praife, 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  :: 
With  all  the  fa; 

... 

2  All  worlds  hia  >nfefo, 

his  works  expfefs  3 
rc  what  tongue  can  tell, 
My  Jefua  has  done  all  things  well. 

3  How  fov'reign,  merciful  and  free. 
Has  been  his  love  to  finfnl  me  ! 

He  pluck'd  me  from  the  jaws  of  hi 
I efus  lias  done  ail  tilings  '.veil. 

4  I  fpurn'd  bis  grace,  I  broke  h is  laws. 
And  then  he  undertook  my  caufe  ; 
To  fave  me  though  I  did  rebf  1, 

My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  And  finr  Jove, 
What  blef.~.  rove  ! 
Mercy  which  dc                           eel, 

My  J . . 

■ 

6  Whene'er  my  S 


4  DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

I  know  in  all  that  has  befel, 

My  J.efus  has  done  all  things    welj- 

7  TV.  i  fl  ■  fiery  ciart:, 
Attempt  their  level  at  my  heart  ; 
With  this  1  all  my  rage  repel  — 
My  Jtuis  has  done  ail  things  well. 

8  Sg  the  Lord  his  face  doth  hide, 
To  make  me  pray,  and  kill  my 

Yet  on  my  heart  it  ft  ill  doth  dwell, 
•  Jei'ua  has  done  all  things 

9  Soon  I  this  vale  of  death, 

.       .    .  ath  : 
Yet  then  a  foul  (hall  tell, 

well. 

And  when  to  thofe  bright  worlds  I  rile. 
the  anthem  with  the  flcies  ; 
le  reft,  this  note  fhall  fwell, 
My  Jefus  has  done  all  things  well. 


H  Y  M  N    2. 
list    the  Apfpktree, 
lift  my  foul  liath  Teen, 
h  fruit  and  always  greet)*, 
ature  fruitlefs  be, 
.    Chriil  the  a; 

11  things  excel, 
know,  but  ne'er  can  tell 

fi  i  now  can  [< 
letree. 

have  fought, . 
ght  j 


SPfKiftfKt     SONGS, 


I  mifs'd  of  all,  but  now  I 

3Twas  found  in  Chriit  the  appk'tree. 

4  I'm  wearied  with  my  former  toil, 
Here  I  will  fet  and 

t  r  the  fhadow  I  will  be 
Of  Jefus  Chrift  the  zp-.:c::;c. 

5  With  great  delight  I  make  my  9 
There's  m  foul  away  j 

3  of  men  I  fee, 
.'s  none  like  Chriit  the  appktree. 

It  cheers  my  £<  ..  v  ", 

.       me, 
.  the  appletree. 

live  ; 


3, 

The  gc  :■  ; 

1 
From  laud  tc  :  to  fea  : 

And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  pV 
I'll  trufl:  alone  in  God  :ice> 

:  and  union  dear  J 
Like  ftnV.  about  Biy 

:ft  piay'r, 
0  more  to  narfe-**" 


q  DIVINE'    HYMN  S, 

Till  we  dial!  meet  in  worlds  abc 
:led  in  eterr>al  \ov:. 

3  Farewell  my  earthly  friends  belo 

Tho'  all  fo  kind  and  dear  to  me  ; 
My  Jefus  calls  and  I  muft  go, 

To  iound  the  gofpel  jubilee. 
To  found  the  joys  and  bear  the 
To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell  ye  people  one  and  all  : 

lie  God  mail  grant  me  breath  to  bre 
I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  all, 

That  your  dear  fouls  in  Chrift  rr:     "'  •    . 
your  dear  fouls  prepared  may 
To  reign  in  blifs  eternal  y. 

g    Farewell  to  all  below  the  f 

I  pafs  in  tears  below, 
jjjait  my  feet  (hall  ru 
keep  me  as  I  g-dUr 
keep  me  in  his  hand, 
Arid  bring  me  to  the  promis'u  land. 

6  FateweH,  farewell  !  Hook  above; 
jefus,  my  friend,  to  thee    1  call  : 
::,jjj  my  crown,  my  only  love, 
My  fafeguard  here,  my  heavenly  all  . 
e  to  preach,  my  fong  to  ling, 
joy  till  death.     Amen. 


H  Y  M  N    4.  t 
Savior's  Merit, 
►  R,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
redeeming  I 
r  troubled 


SPIRITUAL     S0NGS. 

1  am  happy, 
While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  : 
Sin  nor  Satan  cannot  hurt  me, 
.  To  nigh"; 

2  Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Sing  fiis  pra;  the  (ky  ; 

Glory  to  the  Father  give, 
Glory,  glory,  >ry, 

Sing  his  praiie^a1!  that  iive  ! 

3  New  I'll  flng-  my  Savior's  merit— „ 
Tell  the  world  ear  name, 

if  any  want  his  fpirit, 
He  is  dill  the  very  fame. 
He  that  afketh  fooa  receiveth, 
He  that  feeka  is  fure  to  find  : 

"oe'er  on  him  believeth, 
He  will  never cad  behind. 

4  Now  our  advocate  is  pleading 

■  h  his  father  and  our  Goa  : 
And  for  us  is  interce  ' 

As  the  purchafe  of  his  bIo©<3. 
•  Now  me  thinks  I  hear  him  prayin    . 

"  Father!     Save  them—  I  have  died  >,:) 
And  the  Father  anfwers,  fay: 

<%  They  are  freely  justified." 

5  Soon  we  hope  to  fin*  more  i^zzily, 
At  tl^a  Lamb, 

»  btide  is   Irel     i  complete 
Fit  to  celebrate  the  fame  ; 
All  our 

I 


DIVINE    HYMNS,     O 

And  in  fvveet  melodious  finging, 
Loud  Hi  all  echo  thro*  the  iky. 

6    Glory,  honor  and  thankfgiving, 

Be  unto  the  Lord  our  king  ; 
O  !  let  every  creature  living, 

The  Redeemer's  praifes  ting- 
Alieiujah  !  Allelujah  ! 

Now  the  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  s 
/Jlelujah  !  Allelujah  ! 

Sing  his  praife  in  higheft  drains. 


HYMN    5. 

The  Hiding  Place. 
vIL  foyereign  love,  that  firfc  began 
The  fcheme  to  refcue  fallen  man  5 
bail,  tnatchlefs  free  eternal  grace, 
^ave  my  foul  a  lading  place. 

the  God  that'built  the  fky, 

I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Defpis'd  the  manfions  of  his  grace, 
Top  proud  to  feek  a  hiding  place, 

3  En  wrapt  in  daik  Egyptian  night, 
fond  of  darknefs  more  than  lights 
'  /  I  ran  the  finfel  race, 
Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

the  eternal  council  ran, 
Almighty  love  arrefts  the  man  ; 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  diftrefs, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place, 

5  Vindiciive  juftice  flood  m  vkw3 
To  Sioiu-s  fiery  mount  I  flew  ; 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  Q 

.-  crv'.l    irith  fr  i  vnin  »  face, 
Tin's  mountain  is  r.o  hiding  place  ! 

'  :t  lo  !  a  heiv'niy  voice  I  hear  ", 
Ard  mercy's  an     .  ppear'd  : 

}ie  led  me  on  a  pleating  pace, 
To  Jcfus  Chrtft  my  hiding  prace   ! 

7  Should  itv'n  fold  florins  of  vengeance 
And  (hake  this  globe  from  pole  to  ; 

No  thunder-boh  (hall  daunt  my  face, 
While  Jefu*  is  my  liiding  place  5 

8  On  him  almighty  vengeance 

:;i  elfe  had  funk  a  world  to  hell  ; 
He  bare  it  for  ]\:z  ace, 

And  thus  becd  ;  place  ! 

.  thou  fun,  in  r»] 
I  bring  me  ift, 

ov'rei 

- 


Y  M  N    6. 

Th  -  Soldier. 

hope  of  perfect 

It  !  . ;  ; 

•lakes  m.^  lents  feall 

2  The  rfue, 

2 


^O         DIVINE     HYMNS, 

..or,  wealth  an  J  pleafures  mcai  t 
1  neither  have  nor  want. 

king  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
r,  to  the  world  unknown  5 
heir  goods  del'pife, 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
.  a  country  out  of  fight  ; 
A  country  in  the  ikies  ; 

4  There  is  my  'houfe   and  portion  fair^ 
My  treafure  and  my  heart  are  there  ; 

A  tid  my  abiding  home  ; 
I    ■  me  1   -   elder  brethren  ft 
A  nd  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jefus  bids  me  come. 

come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  flcies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  reft  ; 
;V-v  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end9 
,  O  my  Savior,  brother,  friend. 
Receive  me  to  thy  breaft. 

TTtrf3B»^ 


HYMN    7. 

Tilyjlenes  to  be  explained  hereafter.  John  iiii.  7. 

RE  AT  God  !  thy  providence,  thy  ways 
i„JT  Are  hid  from  mortal  fight  ; 
Wrapt  in  impenetrable  made, 
Or  cloth'd  with  dazzling  light. 

3  The  wondrous  methods  of  thy  grace| 
Evade  the  human  eye  ; 
. i^rer  we  attempt  t\. 
,  father  off  they  fty* 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  12 

a   Put  in  the  world  of  blifs  above, 

Where  thou  doft  ever  reign, 
Thefe  myft'ries  fhall  be  all  unveil?d 

And  not  a  doubt  remain. 

.4  The  fun  of  righteoufnefs  mall  there 

His  brighteft  beams  difplay, 
And  not  a  hovering  cloud  obfeure 

That  never-ending  day. 


H  Y  M  N     8- 
A    warning    to  fmners   to  fee  from  the  wrath   tf 
come, 
HEN  pity  promps  me  to  l©ok  round 
Upon  this  fellow  clay  : 
See  men  reject  the  Gofpel  found, 
Good  God  !  what  fhall  I  fay  ? 

2  My  bowels  yearn  for  dying  men3 
Doom'd  to  eternal  wee  ; 

Fain  would  I  fpeak,  but 'tis  in  vainj 
if  God  does  not  {peak  loo. 

3  O  !  tinners,  fmners,  won't  you  hear? 
When  in  God's  name  I  come  ! 

Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 
Left  hell  mould  be  your  doc 

4  Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 
O  !  finner  come  away  ; 

The  Saviour  *i  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arife  without  deiay#J 

j  O  don't  refufe  to  give  him  toom, 

Left  mercy  mould  withdraw  : 
JHe'll  then  in  robes  cf  vengeance  co:nr 

To  tr.ee ate  his  Iavr» 


12         DIVINE    HYMNS,    OR 

6  Then  where,  peer  mortals,  v\  ill  you  be, 
If  deftitute  of  grace, 

When  you  your  injured  judge  fhall  fee, 
And  ftand  before  his  face  ? 

7  O  !  could  you  fnun  that  dreadful  fight, 
How  would  you  wifh  to  fly 

To  the  dark  fhades  of  endlefs  night, 
From  that  all-fearching  eye  ? 

8  But  death  and  hell  mud  then  give  up 
Their  deed,  who  will  appear 

At  the  laft  trumpet's  awful  found, 
Their  endlefs  doom  to  hear. 

9  No,  yearning  -bowels — pity  then 
Shall  not  affect  my  heart  j 

No,  I  fhall  furely  fay  amen, 
When  Chrift  bids  you  depart. 

to  Let  nor  thefe  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  liftening  ear; 
J^eft  you  mould  meet  them  all  again# 

When  wrapt  in  keen  difpufr 


H  Y  M  N    9. 
The  Soldier  cf  the  Crofi. 
Mia  fcldier  of  the  crofs, 
%    A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Why   fi  ould  I  fear  to  own   his  caufe, 
Or  blufh  to  fpeak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  5 

•  ot  ftem  the  flood  ? 
Is  th;H  vair  world  a  friend  to  gracCj 
help  us  unto  Goo*  ? 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  I3 

3  Should  I  be  carry 'd  to  the  fkies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  eafe, 

While  others  fight   to  win  the  prize, 
And  fail  thro'  bloody  feas* 

4  Yes  I  mu ft  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increafe  my  courage,  Lord, 

To  bear  thecrofs,  incnre  the  fhame, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  faints  all  in  this  glorious  wara 
Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  fee  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  feize  it  with  their  eye, 

®  When  that  illuftrfous  cay  mail  rife. 

And  all  their  armies  fhine, 
With  robes  of  vi&'ry  thro'  the  fkies, 

The  glory  fhall  be  thine. 


HYMN    10. 
The  Grace  of  God  ;  or  Divine  Ccndefcenjioti* 

WHEN  the  Eternal  bowra  the  ikies, 
To  vifit  earth"; 
Wit!)  fcorn  divfne  he  turns  his  eye*. 
From  tower:  of  haughty  kings  : 

9.    He  bids  his  . 

Far  downward  from  the  ikies, 
To  v:fit  every  humble  foul, 

With  pleafarc  i 

!  ould  the  Icr<3  that  reigns  above, 

.  tin  fo  loft     . 

B 


14         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

Say  Lord,  and  why  fuc.h  looks  of  love, 
Uf  on  fuch  worth  Jefs  things  ? 

4  Mf  rtals  be  dumb  ;  what  creature  darf| 
Difpute  h;.'  awful  v.iii  ? 

Afk  n©  account  ejf  his  •  ffairs, 
Bur   trfmble  and  be  ftilL 

5  J  lid:  like  his  nature  is  hie  grace, 

.   ii  fov'rign  and  al!  free  ; 
Gieat  God  how  fearchlefs  sr?  thy  ways  ! 
How  deep  thy  judgments  be  ! 


H  Y  M  N    ii. 
The  Juflice  and  Gocdnefs  of  Go  P. 

GREAT  God  my  maker  and  my  kir.?-9 
Of  thee  I'll  fpeak,  of  thee  I'll  ting? 
All  thou  hail  done  and  all  thou  doft, 
Declare  thee  good,  proclaim  thee  juft. 

2  Thy  ancient  thoughts  and  firm  decree*. 
Thy  ihrcalnings  and  thy  prcmifes, 

Joys  of  heaven, the  frains  of  hell* 
What  angels  taftc,  what  devils  feci, 

3  Tl  y  terrors  and  thine  a$  o^grace, 
Thy  threatening  rod,  and  fmiliog  face* 
Thy  wounding  and  thy  healing  word, 
A  world  undone,  a  world  rtfloi'd, 

4  While  thefe  excite  thy  fear  and  joy  ; 

!e  thefe  my  tuneful  lips  employ  ; 
Accept  G  Loid,  the  huml  k  fong, 
The  tribute  of  a  trembling  tongue, 


;;al    sc: 

M  Y  M  N     12. 

An  £r.  rim 

\t  'HE  riay  ia  p 
it.       The  evening  (hades  appear  j 
O  miy  we  all  rem  mber  well, 

The  night  of  death  draws  ri< 

2  We  lay  otfr  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  reft  ; 

So  death  fhall  f^on  all, 

Of  what  we  here  pofTcfs. 

3  Lord,  ke-fp  u;  fafe  t li :3  night, 
Secure  from  a!!  out  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  (be;, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rife, 
And  view  the  unweary'd  fun, 

May  we  fet   out  to  win  the  prize? 
And  after  j^lorv  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  paflf, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

O  may  we  m  thy  b>ff  m  rrft, 
The  bofom  of  thy  love. 


H  Y  M  N    15. 

y^  Hymn  for  Young   Co  . 

ETHINKS  I  heat 

His  pleafant  voice  doth  fay, 
»{  From  tents  of  eafe,  and  fin,  arid  thrallj 
<:  My  fair  one,  corn: 


l6         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OR 

2  God's  fpfrit  doth  his  faints  adorn, 
Like  cluiters  on  the  vine  ; 

O  !  'tis  a  bright  and  glorious  morn, 
To  fee  their  graces  (nine. 

3  Dear  Savior,  here  I  panting  lie, 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ; 

0  Lord  !   I  pray  do  not  deny 
A  vifit  of  thy  grace 

4  Pear  Savior  come,  fweet  Jeftf3  comej- 
I  I  -rig-  io  hear  thy  voice  ; 

Jefus  ride  or.,   thy  power  affume, 
And  make  thy  faints  rejoice. 

5  How  long  fh'ill  that  bright  hour  delay, 
When  will  my  Lotd  appear  ? 

1  long  to  fee  that  happy  day, 
When  J —  us  will  draw  near, 

6  O  !  how  I  l>ng  to  take  my  flight, 
My  foul  is  on  the  wing  ; 

I  long  to  fee  my  heart's  delight, 
And  be  with  Chrift  rr.y  king. 

7  Moft  gracious  king,  I  love  thy  n?mc, 
I  long  for  to  adore, 

I  long  to  found  thy  gracious  fame, 
a  the  blifsful  more. 

8  Then  let  my  foul  abforbed  be, 
While  God  doth  me  lurround, 

As  a  frnall  drop  in  the  vaft  fea 
Is  loft  and  can't  be  found. 

9  I  long  thy  coming  to  behold, 
Then  (hall  thy  faints  adore  ; 


spiritual    so:;c s. 

£fy  ardent  wifhes  can't  be  toIJ , 
So  I  can  fay  no  more. 


H  Y  M  N    i.u 
Tbe  Heavenly  Jerufakv^ 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  borne, 
J      O  how  1  long  for  thee  ! 

n  will  my  forrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  (hall  I  fee  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  (lone, 
Mull  glorious  to  behold  ; 

Thy  gates  are  richly  fit  with  pea  I, 
1  by  itreets  are  p;.  old. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleafant  gn 
Though  comely  long  have  be 

Through  darkning  light,  by  ... 
1  .  .5  never  yet  been  feen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,   L 
Why  mould  I  fly  from  thence  ? 

What  folly  'tis  that  1  mould  dread 

To  die  and  go  from  hence  ! 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm 
And  caufe  me  to  afcend, 

Where  congregation'  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  fabbaths  never  end, 

6  Jefua  my  love  to  glory's  g^nc, 
Him  will  I  go  and  fee, 

And  all  my  brethren  heie  belov. 
Willfoon  ccrr.e  after  me. 


1 8         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 
I  leave  you  in  God's  care  : 

And  if  I  never  more  fee  vou, 
Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  There  we  ftiall  meet,  and  no  more  part, 
And  heav'n  (ha!!  ring  with  praife, 

While  jefus*  love  on  every  heart, 
Shall  tune  the  fong  free  grace, 

-)  Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 

Our  fong  mall  Mill  go  on  ; 
To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  three  in  our. 

jo  When  we've  hern  there  ten  thoufand  years. 

Bright  mining  as  the  fun, 
We've  no  lefs  nays  to  (trvc  our  Gc-d, 

1'han  when  we  firft  begi 


un. 


H  Y  M  N    15. 
The  Heaven  'y  Lover, 
TlfE  dies  the  Heavenly  lover  dies, 
JL  JL   The  tidings  frrike  a  doleful  found', 
On  my  poor  heart -firings  deep  he  lies, 
In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground* 

2  Come  faint?  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
On  the  dear  bofom  of  your  God, 

He  flbed  a  thoufand  drops  for  yon, 
A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree. 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  S 

But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  I  fee, 
Jcfusthe  dead  revives  ag*in  ! 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS,  1 9 

a.  The  rifing  G>J  for  fakes  his  tomb, 

Up  to  his  father's  court  he  fiics  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard   him  home. 

And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  ikies, 


HYMN    16. 

The  Freenefs  of  the  Go/pel. 

HOW  free  and  boundlefs  is  the  grace 
Of  our  redeeming  God, 
Extending  to  the  Greek  and  Jew, 
And  men  of  every  blood  ! 

2  The  mightivft  king  and  meaneit  flave3 
May  his  rich  mercy  tafte  ; 

He  bids  the  btg^sr  and  the  prince, 
Unto  the  gofpel  feaft. 

3  X^near=  ex  hided  thence,  bat  t!iofc> 
Who  do  them".  Ives  exclude  ; 

Welcome  the  learned  and  polite, 
The  ignorant  and  rude. 

4  Come  then  ye  men  of  every  nsme. 
Of  every  rank  and  tongue  ; 

Whit  you  are  willing  to  receive, 
Dolh  unto  you  belong. 


II  Y  M  N      17. 
Christ**  Tnvlt  ation, 

COME  brethren  and  (liters  that  love  my  deatt 
Lord, 
I   pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word  ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercies  behold  now  I  fee, 
What  a  tender,  ki.id  Savior  has  done  for  poor  me. 


HO         DIVINE    HVLUS, 


%   I  was  led  by  the  devil  ttil  1  >ft  ■  i  1  X  ',    fVJ, 
I  tho't  chat  in  torfti'ins  I  Cyyn  fh  >uld  be  call, 
No  peace  to  the  wicked^  bin        i  n'fery, 
Till  by  faith  Haw  Jtfus  hang  .  for  naci 

3   Oh  finner,  faid  J  fus,  For  you  I  have  dy'd, 
'AH  glory  to  Jcfus  my  foul  then  reply'd  : 
The  guilt  was  rcirov'd  my  foul  did  rejoice, 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witnefs  and  voice: 

4.  On  my  low  bending  knees  before  God  I  did  fall? 
All  glory  to  J-'-fus  for  he's  all  in  all  ; 
The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  bnrfted  in  tv 
A  fight  of  Chriil  Jefuson  Calvary   {lain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven  and  per.ee  upo* 

earth, 
The  angds  rejoice  at  a  poor  firmer'-    . 
/our  fins  are  forgiven,  my  Savior  did  fay, 
Oh  !  witnefs,  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth -day'. 

6  My  foul  it  was  humbled,  1  fell  to  the  giofi 

3  rime  of  refraining  at  length  I  have  found, 
Oh    Lord    thou  haft    ravifrYd    my   foul  with   thy 

charms, 
Let  nae  die  like  Simeon  with  Chrift  in  my  arms* 


HYMN    18. 
Chr'ijTian  under  darhnefs, 

HOW  tedious  and  tafllefs  the  hours, 
When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee  ; 
kweet  profpe&s,  fweet  birds  and  fwcet  flcw;rc, 
Have  loft  z)\  their  fweetnels  to  me. 

3-  The  mild  fummer  fun   mine  but  dim, 
Ths  field*  Uriye  in  vain  to  look  gay  s 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS,  SI 

But  wh^n  lam  happy  in  him, 
December  is  pleafani  as  May, 

3  His  name  yields  the  rfcheft  perfume, 
And  fw.eter  than  mufic  his  voice  ; 

His  prefence  difp*erfes  my  gloom  : 
And  rmk^s  ail  within  me  rejoice.- 

4  I  always  frnuM  view  him  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wifh  or  to  fear  : 

No  monarch  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fu  miner  would  la  Pi  all' the  year, 

5  Content  with  beholding  has  face, 
My  all  to  hfs  pleafure  refign  ; 

No  changes  of  feafons  or  place 
Would  make  an/  change  in  my  mind; 

6  Wnile  bled  with  the  fenfe  of  his  love, 
A  palace  of  joy  would  appear, 

And  prifons  would  palaces  prove 
If  jefiii  would  dwell  with  me  there, 

7  Lord  if  I  indeed  now  am  thine, 
And    hou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong, 

Say  way  do  I  ianguifh  and  pise. 
And  why  id  my  winter  fo  lo- 

8  O    inve  >hofe  dark  clouds  from  ihe  iky} 
Thy  foul  cheering  prcfence  reltore, 

Or  take  me  unto  iliee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


HYMN    19, 

The  peace  of  a  young  Chriftlan's  life  and  dea; 

LLS  T  door  of  bl  if%  to  weary  faints, 
Thou  art,  grira  Death,  become  5 


DIVINE    HYMNS,     CT, 

Sccur'd  as  in  a  cabinet, 
Their  dull  is  in  th?  tomb. 

2  By  death  they  enter  on  thofe  joys 
Prepar'd  for  them  above  ; 

There  they  are  ever  iwalio wed  up 
In  endlefs  life  and  love. 

3  Lo  !  there  they  fee  as  they  are  fcen,* 

With  clear  unclouded  views  : 
And  here  J  hey  hear  of  nothing  elfe 
But  joyful  glorious  news. 

4  Anthem1?  of  joy  and  praife  are   there, 
With  hallelujahs  fang   : 

Who  would  be  fond  oi  this  vain  world, 
This  dfofs,  this  dirt,   th  3  dung  ? 

5  The  faints  forever  do   beheld 
Their  deareft  Jcfus*  face  ; 

There  always  they  admiring  are 
Eternal  boundlef?  grace. 

6  They're  in  the  houfe  not  madf  with  I 
In  heaven  eternally 

They  dwell,  and  with  the  rays  of  Chrifl 
They  fliine  moil  glorioufly. 

7  They're  freed  from  labor,  forrow,    f.B,. 
From  cumbrance,  peril,  pain  : 

Then  we  (ball  find  what'er  we  did 
For  Chriil,  was  not  in  vain. 

8  Now  HearVs  work  is  her&'beguri^ 
The  work  of  finging  praife, 

The  work  and  will  of  God  in  Chrifl5 
Which  thftfl  will  laft  always. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 

H  Y  M  N    20. 
The  Weary  Travelltr. 

CtEail  ye  wear/  traveller*, 
Now  let  u&jc;'t  andfing 

The  evtrlafting  praifes 
Of  Jefvis  our  great  king. 

e  had  a  .eclious  journey, 
An  I  tirefome  'tis  true  ; 
But  fee  how  m-ny  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  ui  through , 

2  At  fir  ft  when  Jefus  found  us, 
He  cailM  us  unto  him, 

And  pointed  on;  the  danger 
Of  falling  into  fin. 

The  world,  the  fleuS,  and  Satan, 

Would  prove  a  fatal  fnare, 
Unlefs  we  did  rejedt  them 

xjy  faith  and  humb-e  pray'r, 

3  But  by  our  difobedience. 
With  fo r ro  w  w  e  c  o 

V/r  have  had  long  to  wander, 

In  a  dark  wiidernefs  ; 
"Where  we  might  long  have  feinted; 

In  that  enchanted  ground) 
But  now  and  then  a  duller 

Of  pleafant  grapes  we  fount), 

4  The  pleafant  fruits  of  Canaan, 
Give  life,  and  joy,  and  pe?ce, 

Revive  our  d-  ooping  fpirits, 

1  !  >ve  and  ftrength  increafe, 
:onfef«  our  Lord  and  matter, 
And  run  at  hi  ind, 

haften  on  our 

.'■/•: 


£4         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OU 

5  With  faith,  ard  hope,  and  patience, 
We're  made  for  to  rejoice  ; 

And  Jvius  and  his  people 

Foreyei  art  our  cfioicc^ 
In  peace  and  tonfolation 

Wc  now  au  going  on, 
The  pleating  wgy  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jeius  Chrill  is  gone. 

6  Sinners,  why  (land  you  idle, 
While  we  do  march  along  ? 

Has  coufcience  never  told  yf,u, 

That  you  are  going  wrong, 
P»*n  the  btoad  road  to  darknefsj 

To  bear  an  endltfs  curfe  ! 
Fcrfake  your  ways  of  finning, 

And  come  and  go  wiih  us. 

7  But  {(  you  will  refufe  it, 
We  bid  you  all  farewell  ; 

We're  on  the  load  to  Canaan^ 

And  you  the  road  to  hell  ; 
We're  forry  for  to  leave  yon, 

We'diaiher  you  would  £0  ; 
Ccrnc,  try  a  bleeding  Savior, 

And  lee  the  waitrt  flow. 

8  Now  »o  the  king  immortal 
Be  everlafting  praiie, 

For  \n  his  no'y  fervice 

We  long  to  IpL-nd  our  days, 
ve  an  iv  ■  at  Cai 
I  Uial  world  al  ove, 
t  vt  rl:  lling  wonder, 
To  praiie  redeeming  love. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS-  2£ 

H  Y  M  N    21. 

The  Enjoyments  of  Heaven. 

THINE  earthly  fabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  reft  above  ; 
To  that  cur  laboring  fouls  afpire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  ftrong  defire, 

2  No  more  fatigue,,  no  more  diflrefs, 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell  ihail  reach  the  place  j 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  thefongs 
Which  warble  frem  immortal  tongues* 


3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  our  long  repefej 
No  midnight  (hade,  no  clouded  fun?( 
lir.t  facred  light,  eternal  noon. 


II  Y  M  N    22. 

A   Morning   Hynm* 

NOW  the  (hades  of  night  are  gone, 
N  o\v  the  morning  light  is  cone, 
Lord  we  would  be  thine  to-day, 
Drive  the  (hade  oi  Cm  away. 

lake  our  fouls  ss  noon-day  clears 
(h  every  doubt  and  fear  ; 
In  thy  vineyard  Lord  to-day 
We  would  )ahor,  we  would  pray, 

ep  our  haughty  p.incuo  bound, 
*  up  and  iittirig    denvu, 
■  ng  out  and  in, 

•  u.3  iafe  from  every 

C 


£5         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  patf, 
O  !  receive  us  then  at  laft  ; 
Xsbor  then  will  all  he  o'er, 
Night  of  f;n  will  be  no  more. 


HYMN    23. 
A  Hymn  for  Bapltfm. 

COME  ye  redeemed  cf  the  Lord, 
Come  and  obey  his  facred  word  ; 
He  dy'd  and  rofe  again  for  you, 
What  more  could  the  redeemer  do  \ 

2  We  to  this  place  r.re  come  to  (how  ', 
What  we  to  boundlei's  mercy  ewe  5 
The  Savior's  footiteps  to  explore, 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 

3  Eternal  fpirit,  heavenly  dove, 
On  thefe  baplifmal  waters  move  ; 
That  we  through  energy  divine, 

'..:/. .:  the  fubftanqe  with  the  fign* 


H  Y  M  N    24, 
On  the  Siviftnefs  of  Time. 
Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  rt! 
LYiL   Fly  rapid  like  the  whirling  fphercSj 
Around  the  Heady  pole  : 
Time  like  a  tide  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  (hall  launch  fhofe  boti&dfcff 
.  ages  roll. 

3  The  grave  h  ritai  tl  c  cradle  fee? 
rid  whifrcr  as 


SONGS, 


.  1  remember  thif, 

Thou,  midft  thy  fiibitinfcry  blifs, 

Muli  groan,  and  gafp  and  die* 

3   My  foul  attend  the  folemu  call  ; 
Thine  earthly  tent  mult  quickly  L!'; 

And  thou  mult  take  thy  flight 
md  the  vail  extenfive  bluC| 
To  love  and  fiag  as  angels  dos 

Or  fink  in  enrilefs  night. 

4.  Eternal  blifs,  eternal  wo?, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  cf  time  below  £ 

On  this  precarious  breath, 
The  God  of  nature  only  know*, 
Whether  another  year  fliall  cloie, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  fun  (hall  run  fta  rotftidfj 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  filen.ee  rot  ! 
Alas  one  hour  my  clofe  the  (bene 
And  ere  twelve  months  rosy  roil  between 

My  name  be  ijflite  f.?rgot. 

6  But  (hall  my  foul  be  then  extinc"r, 
Or  ceafe  to  live,  or  ceake  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot 
Thou,   my  immortal,  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  (hall  fst  thee  free  s 

7  Will  mercy  iben  its  arms  extend  ? 

jefus  be  thy  guardian  fru 
And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place  ? 
lall  infulting  jieoda  appear 
3  ag     1  :t  down  to  dark 

3    i>f  arasa  '1 


2.3         DIVINE     H'^MNS,     OS 

S  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  thefe  alone, 
Beyond  this  mortal  life  are  known. 

There  is  no  middle  Rate  ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  maybe  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  bo  too  late. 

9  O  !  do  not  pafs  this  life  in  dream •?, 
Vaft  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  feems, 

To  poor  unthinking  men  : 
X*ord,  at  thy  foot  (tool  I  would  bowy 
Bid  csnfcience  tell  me  plainly  now,- 

What  it  will  teil  me  then. 

30  If  in  deftru&ion's  road  I  ftray, 
Help  mc  to  choofe  that  better  W3y,. 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive,. 
I  :t  me  ever  dare  to  live, 
h  as  I  dare  not  die. 


HYMN    25. 
A  Profpefi  of  Christ's  Church, 

BEHOLD  a-lovely  vine, 
Here  in  this  defart  ground  ; 
The  bloffoms  (hoot  and  promife  fruit, 
And  tender  grapes  are  found. 

2  Its  circling  branches  rife. 

And  made  the  neighboring  lands  ; 
With  lovely  charms  (he  fpreads  her  arms,. 
Willi  clutters  in  her  hands. 

3  This  city  can't  behid3 
Its  built  upon  a  hill  j. 


SPIRITUAL     SOMGS.  £9 

The  dazzling  light  it  fnines  fo  bright, 
It  doth  the  vallies  fill. 

£.  Ye  trees,  which  lofty  (land, 

And  Mars  with  fparkling  light, 
Ye  chriftiana  hear  both  far  and  nearj 

'Tij  joy  to  fee  the  fight. 

5  Ye  infects,  feeble  race, 

And  filh  that  glide  the  ftrea  n  J 
Ye  birds  that  fly  feciire  on  high, 
Repeat  the  joyful  theme, 

6  Ye  beads  that  kzd  at  home, 
Or  roam  the  vallies  round, 

With  lofty  voice  proclaim  the  joyf, 
And  join  the  plcafant  found. 

7  Shall  feeble  nature  fing, 
And  man  not  join  the  lays  ? 

O  !   may  their  throats  be  fwell'd  with  8 
And  fiil'd  with  longs  of  praife.. 

%  G'ory  to  God  on  high. 

For  his  redeeming  grace  ; 
The  bleffed  dove  comes  from  above > 

To  feal  it  to  our  race. 


H  Y  M  N    25, 
7hz  QhrifttatC:  Invitation  and  D.\ 

COME  now  poor  Tinners  mare  a  part,, 
And  give  the  bleffed  Chrid  your  her^j 
Come,  we  will  take  you  by  the  hand, 
ie,  go  with  us  to  Canaan's  laiklv 
G  .* 


QO         DIVINE    HYMNS,    O-Ra 

2  Leave  all  your  carnal  loves  and  toys, 
And  feek  with  us  thofe  folfd  joys  ; 
For  foon  in  glory  we  fliall  rife, 

And  there  enjoy  the  lading  prize. 

3  But  if  with  us  ye  will  not  go, 
And  feek  this  Jefus  for  to  know  ; 
Then  we  mult  bid  you  all  adieu, 
£or  by  his  grace  we'll  him  purfue.. 


H  Y  M  N  27. 

The  prejjure  of  Sin, 
THAT  my  load  of  fin  was  gone, 
O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 
At  Jefus'  feet  to  Jay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefus'  feet. 

2  When  (hall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb?. 
The  God  of  my  falvation  fee   ? 

Weary  Q  Lord  thou  know'ft  I  am, 
Yet  ftill  I  cannot  come  to  thee, 

3  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  ; 
Savior  of  mine  indeed  thou  art  ;• 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart; 

4  I  would  (but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r) 
My  heart  were  from  its  fins  reiea&'d  ; 

O  let  me  fee  that  happy  hour, 

'Twill  fill  my  foul  with  heav'nly  peace,". 

5  Come  Lord  the  drooping  finner  cheer, 
Let  not-my  Jefus  long  delay, 

Appea.  iii  my  poor  heart,  appear, 
My  God,  my  bavior,  come  I  pray* 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS,  <ff 

HYMN  28. 

The    Returning   Penitent's  Petition, 
EARY  of  ftruggjing  with  my  pain, 
Hopelefs  to  bur  ft  my  nature's  chain,' 
Hardly  I  give  the  contelto'er, 

1  feek  to  free  myftlf  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  words  at  Iaft  I  ceafe,- 
God  that  creates  mult  feal  my  peace; 
Fruttlefs   my  toil  and  vain  my  care-, 
And  all  my  titnefs  isdefpair. 

3  Lord  I  defpair  myfelf  to  heal,; 
I  fee  my  fin  but  cannot  feel  ; 

1  cannot,  till  thy  fpirit  blow, 
And  bid  the  obedient. waters  flowV 

4  'Tis  thine  a  heart  oPfJeffi  to  give,, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive   ; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  refign  j 

To  draw,  redeem  and  feal  is  thine, 

5  With  fimple  truth  to  thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  ail  5 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  poo], 

I  wait  the  word  that  ipeaks  me  whoie, 

()  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  ficknefs  cure;- 
Make  my   infected  nature  pure  ; 
Peace,  righteoufnefs  and  joy  impart,. 
And  pour  thyfelf  into  my  heart, 


H  Y  M  N  29, 

Hymn  for  Baptifr.:^ 

LET  Heav'n  and  Earth  rejoice. 
And  facrsJ  anthems  raiie, 


$2         DIVINE    HYMNS,     0'!V 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
For  free  and  fovereign  grace. 

2  Behold  the  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Defcending  from  above, 

To  bring  the  earthly  ftrangers  home*' 
Upon  the  v*'ings  of  love. 

3  O  may  our  fouls  rejoice, 
Kis  precepts  to  obey  ; 

Who  to  fulfil  all  rlghteoufnefsj 
Marked  out  the  humble  way. 

4.  Thus  Jefus  did  defcend 

Into  the  liquid  dream  ; 
Which  teaches  fmners  not  to  fcern 

What  him  fo  well  became, 

5  O  may  we  then  march  on, 
Nor  fear  what  men  (hall  fay  % 

Deny  ourfelves  and  take  our  crofs y 
Since  Jefus  leads  the  way, 

6  We  dare  no  longer  ftand,; 
As  neuters  to  thy  caufe  ; 

But  by  the  help  of  grace  we'll  ykld 

Obedience  to  thy  laws, 

7  Into  the  vvatry  tomb, 
We  cheerfully  defcend, 

In  token  of  our  faith  and  lovea 

To  our  celestial  friend, 

3  Lord  meet  us  here  this  dayp 

Who  come  to  do  thy  will  : 
Grant  us  thy  prefence  deareft  Lore!, 

Thy  nrcrrnYd  gra#  fulfil. 


c  -  I  a  I  T  j  A  L     SONGS,  JJ5 

9  Defcend  O  heat'nly  dc-e, 
And  wi  i  away, 

bright  and  happy  fltoire, 
Of  everlafting    . 

io  This  day  I' 

To  ferve  the  Lord  moft  h:^h9 
Deny  myfelf,  take  up  the  crofsj 

And  do  it  cheerfully, 


H  Y  M  N  3*. 

PRATE  H. 

PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  bleiFiigs  God  defign'd  to  give  ; 
X.ong  as  they  live  mould  Chriiians  pray, 
For  only  wbilft  they  pray   chey  live. 

2  The  Chriftian's  prayer  'th  God  indites 
He  fpeaks  as  prompted  from  within, 

The  fpirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Chritl  receives  and  gives  it  hit 

3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  filence  lie, 

When  Chritl:  (lands  waiting  for  thyprayer  £ 
My  foul  thou  hafl  a  friend  on  high, 
Arife  and  try  thyintereft  there, 

4  Tf  pains  affiift,    if  wrongs  opprefs, 
If  cares  dillract,  if  fears  difmay, 

If  guilt  dejects,  if  fin;  diilrefs, 

Thy  remedy's  before  thee — pray- 

5  It's  prayer  fappona  the  foul  that's  rv: 

..»'  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
■  if  thou  can  tt  orcan.i  not  fpeak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jefus*  name. 


24         DIVIN'E    HYMNS,     C  T. 

6  Depend  on  him,  thou  canft  not  fail, 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wifhes  known  ; 
Fear  not,  his  merits  muft  prevail, 

.':  thou  wilt  it  fhall  be  dene. 


H  Y  M  N    si, 
Invitation  to  Sinners* 

SINNER.S  obey  the  gofpel  word, 
Hade  to  the  (upper  of  your  Lord  s 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  father  is  to  own 
And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  : 
Ready  the  loving  Savior  (land?, 

And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  h&ndi*- 

3  Ready  the  fpirit  of  his  hvey 

Is  now,  the  jfcony  heart  to  move  ; 
T',apply  and  witnefs  Jefu*'  blood, 
And  wafh  and  feal  you  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftate  : 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praif-3 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace, 

5  Come  then  ye  fmners,  to  the  Lord, 

happinefs  in  Chrift  reflor'ol  ; 
His  profferM  benefits  embrace 
The  plenitude  cf  gofpel  gi ace. 

6  O  quit  tin's  world's  dfilufive  chattOfy 

Aid  quickly  fly  to  Jefus'  arms  j 
Wreitle  until  your  God  is  known, 
Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own* 


.RITUAL      SONG  So  25 

H  Y  M  N    32. 
Christ  afl-fuffidenf* 

LORD,  whither  fhalll  flee, 
That  I  may  be  fee  11  re, 
2  law  proclaims  deft  tuition  near, 
AnJ  thunders  round  me  roar. 

2  My  guilty  confeience  fpeaks. 

And  tells  me  of  my  crime  ; 
How  foolifh  I  have  fpent  my  days3 
And  waited  all  my  time. 

3  And  Satan  he  prefents. 
That  *tla  too  late  to  pray  ; 

The  time  and  means  of  grace  are  fpent; 
And  I  have  loft  my  day. 

4.  Now  horrors  feize  my  mind, 

With  darknefs  and  defpair, 
I  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth  to  hell3 

To  where  the  damned  are. 

5  Thefe  thot's  d-ftrefs  my  mind, 
And  I  am  hll'd  with  Fear, 

e  I  am  held  in  hard  fufpe 
Prefurnpticn  or  defpair. 

6  If  I  continue  bere, 

I  certain  (bail  be  loft  ; 
)  back  to  fin  again. 
Damnation  will  bejufti 

7  I'll  ri/k  my  'ternal  all, 

I'll  pvoflrateon  the  ground, 
r  jerr-,  for  one  fov*reigo  wc 

]  . 


g5         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

S  Unto  thy  feet  I  fall, 

And  fov'reign  mercy  crave  ; 
Dear  Jcfus  thou ,  *#d Ithow  alone, 

Art  able  for  to  lave. 

9  And  whilft  the  Lord  delayc, 

My  heart  begins  to  bresk, 
Yet  fuddtnly  fome  joys  I  feel  ; 

1  hear  a  Savior  fpeak. 

SO  u  Cheer  up,  for  I  !<>ave  died, 

e<  My  precious  blood  is  fpilt ; 
•'  Behold  my  flowing  crimfen  flreatn^ 

"  To  waili  away  your  guilt." 

2 1   My  fears,  and  grief  and  gufit, 

Did  inflantiy  depart, 
Stiange  and  furprifingly  I  Ult9 

Wrapt  in  my  favior's  heart. 

12  Strangely  my  ftate  vvas  chang'd, 
And  I  began  to  ting, 

AH  glory  to  the  God  of  love, 
\\  ho  cloth  fuch  fweetr.efs  bring. 

13  I'll  praife  thee  while  I  live, 
I'll  praife  thee  wiicr.  I  die, 

I'll  praife  thee  when  I  rife  again. 
And  to  eternity. 


H  Y  M  N  33- 
The  Chriftian  Enquiry, 
?HT"IS  a  point  I  lor.g  to  know, 

it        Oft  it  (  oui  though 

JDo  I kvc  lie  Lc>\\  or  t 
Am  I  hist  or  am  I  n 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         3^ 

£  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelcfs  frame  ? 
Kardly  fure  can  they  he  worfe, 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain^ 
Pray'r  a  tafk  and  burden  prove* 

Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Savior*a  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  miiae  eyes  within^ 
All  is  darknefs,  vain  and  wild  $ 

FillM  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 

You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

.6  Yet  I  mourn  my  ftubborn  will, 

Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thradl  $ 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  at  ail  ? 

7  Should  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 
Choofe  the  way  I  once  abhor'd. 

Find  at  times  the  promife  fweet, 
If  1  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord  decide  this  doubtful  caic, 
Thou  who  art  the  people's  fun7 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
U  indeed  it  be  begun. 

D 


38 


DIVINE     HYMNS,     0F> 


9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all  I'll  pray  : 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  this  day. 

M  Y  M  N    34. 

Hymn  to  clofe  Public    Worfi\p% 

DISMISS  us  with  thybleffing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
Ail  that  has  beer  amifs  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live, 

2  Tho'  we  are  eyil  thou  art  good  j 
Wafh  all  our  work?  in  Jefus'  blood  s 
Give  every  fettered  foul  rtltafe, 
And  bid  us  aii  depart  in  peace, 

3  O  let  a  laftlng  union  join 

Our  fouls  to  Chrift  the  living  vine  \ 
And  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  fpirit  and  his  love. 


HYMN    35. 
?  he  Judgment  Hymn, 

THE  great  tremenc "nous  day's  approach;*;  jj 
That  awful  fecne  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
Was  long  fore' old  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decreed  from  all  eternity. 

2  "Put  O  my  fou!  reflect  and  wonder  ! 
That  awful  fecne  is  drawing  rear, 

n  you  fhall  fee  tl  at  grrat  tranfaflio*, 
Whtn  Chrill  in  TudteincDt  (hail  ai  [ 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  39 

|   Sec  nature  (land  all  in  amazement, 
To  near  the  Ialt  loud  trumpet  found* 

Arife  ye  dead  and  come  to  judgment  ! 
Ye  nations  of  this  world  around. 

4  Loud  thunder  rumbling  thro'  the  concave  i 
Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  fkies  ; 

The  heavens  a  (halting,  the  earth  a  quaking, 
The  gloomy  tight  attracts  mine  eyes', 

5  The  orbit  lamps  all  veilMin  fackclothj 
No  more  their  mining  circuits  run  ; 

The  wheel  of  time  J; opt  in  a  moment  5 
Eternal  things  are  now  begun, 

6  Huge  mafTy  rocks  and  tow'riug  mountains 
Over  their  tumbling  bafis  roar  ; 

The  raging  ocean  all  in  commotion, 
Is  hovering  round  her  frighted  (here. 

7  Green  turfy  grave-yards  and  tombs  of  marble 
Give  up  their  dead  both  fmall  and  great  5 

See  the  whole  world  both  faints  and  tinners, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment  feat* 

8  See  Jefus  on  the  throne  ©f  juflice, 
Come  thundering  down  the  parted  fkies 

With  courtlefs  armies  ot  mining  angels, 


9  Bright  mining  dreams  from  his  aw^u!  prefence 
His  face  ten  thoufand  funs  outfhine, 

Behold  him  coming  in  pow'rand  glory, 
To  meet  Lira  all  his  faints  combine. 

10  Go  forth  ye  heralds  with  fpesd  like  lightning 
Call  in  your  faints  frorndiliant  lands, 


40         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OK 

Thofe  that  my  blood  from  hell  hath  ranfom5^ 
Whofe  names  in  life's  fair  book  do  ftancL 

1 1  O  come  ye  blefi'ed  of  my  father, 
The  purchafe  of  my  dying  love  ;. 

Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory,. 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above, 

12  For  your  dear  fouls  which  have  continu'd 
With  me,  arid  my  temptations  bore, 

I  have  provided  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  leign  with  me  for  evermore. 

13  There's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water,. 
No  (icknefs,  pain  nor  death  to  fear  ; 

No  for  row,  iighing,  no  tears  nor  weepings 
Shall  ever  have  admittance  there. 

14  But  how  will  Tinners  (land  and  trembl?, 
When  Juflice  calls  them  to  the  bar  ; 

Thofe  that  rejedt  his  oiier'd  mercy, 
Their  everlafting  doom  to  hear. 

25   See  Juftiee  now  with  indignation, 

Calling  aloud  for  finners' blood  : 
Thofe  that  have  flighted  offer'd  mercy*.' 

And  cruciii'd  the  fon  of  God. 

1.6  Depart  from  me  ye  curfed  (inner  I 
My  face  you  never  more  mail  fee  : 

liiV  1  from  my  peaceful  prefence, 
To  endlefs  woe  and  mifery* 

17   Each  guilry  foul  then  ftrucfc  with  horrcr3 

And  anguifh  throbbing  in  their  breatl, 
forever  doom'd  to  endlefs  forrow, 
And  nevrr  more  to  ho^e  for  reft* 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  4* 

l8  Come  Tinners  here's  a  faithful  warning, 

Retain  to  Jefus  while  you  may, 
For  h*  is  ready  to  forgive  you, 

Or  eife  you  rauft  depart  away* 


H  Y  M  N    36. 
GETHSEMANZ. 

GREAT  high  prieft,   we  view  tb  e  ftoopfflgj 
With  our  names  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
In  tlie  garden  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  with  forrow  pre  ft. 

2  Weeping  angels  Rood  confounded} 

To  behold  their  maker  thus  : 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded, 

When  we  know  'twas  all  far  Us  ? 

5  On  the  crofs  thy  body  broken, 

^Cancels  every  penal  tie, 
Tempted  fouls  protktce  the  token^ 
All  demands  to  fa. 

4  All  is  finifiVd,  do  not  doubt  it, 
But  believe  your  dving  Lord, 

Never  reafon  more  about  it, 
Only  take  him  at  his  word. 

5  Lord  we  fain  would  iruft  thee  fol 
'Twas  for  us  thy  blood  was  fpilt  ; 

Fraifed  bridegroom,  take  us  wholly, 
Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt« 

6  Thou  had  borne  the  bitter  fente 
P;ift  on  man's  devoted  race  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Are  thy  gifts,  thou  God  of  grace, 
D  2 


43         DIVINE    HYMNS,     Oa 

HYMN  37, 
The  true  Penitent. 
ARK  !  hear  the  found  on  earth  is  found*, 
My  foul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love  that's  from  above, 
Of  pardon  bought  fo  dear, 

2  God's  miniflers  like  flames  of  fire 
Are  palling  thro'  the  land, 

The  voice  is  here  "  repent  and  fear, 
•<  King  Jsfus  is  at  hand." 

3  God's  chariots  they  no  longer  May, 
They're  mounted  on  the  truth  ; 

The  faints  in  pray'r  cry  Lord  draw  near, 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth. 

4  Youngr  converts  fing  and  praife  their  king?. 
And  blefs  God's  holy  name  ; 

Whilft  older  faints  true  penitents, 
Rejoice  to  join  the  theme. 

5  God  grant  a  fhower  of  his  great  pow'r 
On  every  aching  heart, 

Who  fincerely  to  God  do  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

6  Come  lovely  youth  embrace  the  truth9 
Agree  with  one  accord, 

And  ufe  your  tongues  while  you  are  youngs 
In  prailiug  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  38. 
A  Hymn  for   Toung  Converts* 

WHEN  converts  firft  bcgia  to  fin-r, 
Their  happy  fouls  are  on  the  wir^ 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
Efljifl  would  they  be  with  G'unt  above,. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 

g  With  admiration  they  behold, 
The  love  of  Chrifl  that  can't  be  told, 
They  view,  thcmfelves  upon  the  lhorc, 
And  think  the  batde  all  is  o'er. 

i   They  feel  themfelves  quite  free  from  partly 
And  think  their  enemies  are  /lain, 
Th«y  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  Satan  is  call  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  o'd  faints  don't  frogj 
And  make  the  heaveniy  arches  ring  ; 
Ring  with  melodious  joyful  found, 
Becaufe  a  prodigal  is  found. 

s   But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
"Their  feeble  fouls  begin  to  reel, 
They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain. 
For  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain. 

6  The  morning  that  did  (hine  fo  bright, 
Is  turned  to  the  flbades  of  night  ; 
Their  harps  that  did  with  mufic  ting, 
Are  now  untuu'd  in  ev'ry  firing. 

7  Oh  !   foolifh  child;  why  didd  thou  boafb 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coal!  r 

Why  doit  thou    rhink  to  fly  away, 
Before  thou  leav'ft  this  feeble  uay  ? 

8  Come,  take  up  arms  and  fzcz  t\e  fiel 
Come,   gird  on  ha-i.f  ,   {wc.-}    and  .VelJ, 
Stand  fail  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  foon  the  vicVry  you  (hall  win, 

9  When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  miftffa} 
Then  meet  him  with  thefe  blefled  lines  ; 
For  Chn  I  our  lord  has  fwept  the   fieldj 
And, we're  deteimin'd  not  to  yield, 


44        DIVINE     HYMNS,     Oa 
HYMN    39, 
The  UNION, 

FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arlfe, 
That  hatred  is  conqusr'd  by  love  ? 
It  faftens  our  fouls  in  fuch  tits, 

That  nature  and  time  can't  remove* 

2  Tt  csnnot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradife  loft  ; 

It  grows  on  Immanuels  ground, 
And  Jefus'  dear  blood  it  did  coil* 

3  My  friends  are  fo  dear  unto  me? 
Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  ; 

Where  Jefus  is  gone  we  fhall  i>e, 
In  yonder  Weft  manfions  above* 

4  O  !  why  then  fo  loth  for  to  part, 
Since  we  fhall  ere  long  meet  again, 

EngravM  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
A  diftance  we  cannot  remain* 

5  And  when  we  fhall  fee  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angel?  above, 

JLeaving  thofe  vile  Ixodies  of  clay, 
United  with  Jefus  in  love. 

6  With  Jefus  we  ever  fhall  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  fhall  fee3 

Singing  hallelujahs,  amen, 
Amen,  even  fo  Ut  ft  be. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  4§ 

HYMN    40* 
Christ's    Refurrs3'ion. 

CHRIST  our  Lord  has  ris'n  to-day 
Our  triumphant  holy  way  ; 
Who  fo  lately  on  the  crofs, 
Suffer'd  to  redeem  our  Iofs. 

%  In  our  pafchal  joy  and  feaftf, 
Let  the  Lord  of  life  be  bleft, 
Let  the  holy  three  be  praiVd, 
And  to  heaven  our  fongs  be  ra.Vdj 

3.  Chrill  our  lord  has  rifen  to-day^ 
Chrift  our  light,  our  life,  our  way, 
The  objedV  of  our  Iovl-  and  faitbj. 
Who  by  dying  conquer'd  death. 

4.  The  holy  martyrs  early  came 
To  weep  o'er  the  Savior's  tomb  y 
Two  bright  angels  did  appear, 
Who  faid  Jefu3  is  not  here. 

5  Where  is  he,  O  tell  us  where. 
His  blefs'd  refidence  declare  ; 
Jefus  fcek  among  the  dead, 

Far  fromthefe  dark  regions  fled. 

6  Firft  the  facred  place  behold, 

In  rapture  your  dear  Lord  unfold  ; 
Then  lift  you  eyes  and  raife  your  vofc?^ 
In  fongs  of  praife  we  will  rejoice. 

7  Hade  ye  female-  from  the  ugftfj 
Make  to  Gallilee  your  flighty 
And  to  his  difciples  fay, 

fefus  Chrift  is  ris'n  to-day-, 


46         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OE 

§   Heralds  of  our  jr*y,  to  you 
Grateful  thanks  and  love  is  due  ; 
W'ch  fong?  to  God  and  praifes  high, 
We'll  together  magnify. 

9  The  crofs  is  pad,  the  crown  is  won, 
The  ranfom  paid  and  death's  ixing  gone  \ 
Let  us  feaft  and  fing  and  fay, 
Jefus  Chriit  is  ris'n  to-day. 


HYMN    41. 

Christ's  Suffering* 

THRO'OUTeur  Savior'slife  we  trace 
Nothing  but  mame  and  deep  difgraee 
No  period  elfe  was  feen, 
Til!  he  a  fpotlefs  vidim  fell, 
Tafi-ing  in    foul  a  painful  he!?, 
Caus'd  by  the  creature  Sin. 

£  On  the  cold  ground  methiuks  1  fee1 
My  Jefus  kneel  and  pray  for  me  ; 

For  this  I'll  him  adore  5 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  fweet  thro'out, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  pafTage  out, 

Thro'ev'ry  opening  pore. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  borcj 
His  back  with  lafhes  all.  was  tore 

Till  on*  the  bones  might  fee  ! 
Mocking  they  pufh'd  him  here  and  there; 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Prefs'd  by  ftni  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  lull  he  painful  came, 

Hound  him  they  mock  and  make  their  game  ] 


SPIPvITUAL     SONGS,  4| 

At  length  his  crofs  they  rear  j 
And  can  you  fee  the  mighty  God 
Cry  cat  beneath  fin's  heavy  load, 

Wiihout  one  thankful  tear  ? 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  wnh  anguifh  on  the  tree  ! 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell? 
The  fhuddVing  rocks  their  heads  decline^ 
The  morninj  fun  refus'd  >o  fhine, 

When  the  redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  fhout  with  fongs  diving 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine 

To  quench  our  parching  rhirft  : 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higb/r, 
33ride  of  the  lamb,   untie  the  choir, 

To  praife  )our  precious  Chrift. 


HYMN  42. 

Original  Sh  ;  or  the  jirfl  and  Jecond  Adaui 

DAM,  our  father  and  our  head, 
Tranfgrefs'd,  and  juftice  doom'd  us  deac!; 
The  fiery  law  fpeaks  all  defnair, 

There*!)  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there. 

2  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  flues, 
Seraphs,  the  mighty  and  the  wife, 

Speak  ;  are  /ou  ftrong  to  bear  the  load, 
'1  he  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God  I 

3  In  vain  we  afk  ;   for  ull  around 

Stand  filent  thto'  the  heavenly  ground  ; 
There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above, 

H33  half  ;he  ftrength,  or  half  the  love. 


43         DIVINE    HYMNS,   0& 

4  But  O  !   unmcafurable  grace  ! 

The  ttcrral  fon  takes  Adam's  place  ; 
Down  to  our  world  the  Savior  Jflies, 

Stt  etches  lus  naked  armband  dies. 

c;  Amazmg  work  !  look  down  ye  fkies, 
V>  onder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes  5 

Ye  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
Ail  bow  to  this  rnyilerious  love. 


HYMN  43. 

Running  the  Chrt/lian  J\ace» — phil.  hi.  12,  14, 

WA  KE,  iry  foul,  ftretch  every  nerve, 
l     And  prefs  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

%  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 

1  hat  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
?Tis  his  own  hand  prefents  the  prise 

To  thine  afpiring  eye. 

3  A  c'oud  of  witnefies  around? 
Hold  thee  in  full  furvey  ; 

porget  the  fleps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blefs'd  Savior,  introduce  by  theep 
Have  we  our  race  begun  ; 

/iud  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  feet^ 
We  lay  cur  laurels  down. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  49 

HYMN    44. 

Hymn  for  the  Lord's  Supper* 

"TESUS  once  for  Tinner's  (lain, 
)    From  tke  dead  was  rais'd  again, 
And  in  heaven  is  now  fet  down, 
With  his  father  on  the  throne, 

2  There  he  reigns  a  king  fupreme> 
We  fnallalfo  reign  with  him  ; 
Feeble  fouls  he  not  difmay'd, 
Truft  in  his  almighty  aid. 

3  He  has  made  an  end  of  fin, 
And  his  blood  has  wafh'd  us  clean  ; 
Fear  not,  he  is  ever  near, 

Now,  e'en  now,  he's  with  us  here. 

4  Thus  aflembling  we  by  faith, 
Tiil  he  come  (hew  forth  his  death  5 
Of  his  body  bread's  the  fign, 
And  we  drink  his  blood  in  wine. 

5  Bread  thus  broken  aptly  fhews, 
How  his  body  God  did  bruife  ; 
When  the  grape's  rich  blood  we  fec> 
Lord  we  then  remember  thee. 

6  Saints  on  earth  and  faints  above, 
Celebrate  h:s  dying  love, 

And  let  every  rarfom'd  foul, 
f>ound  his  praife  from  pole  to  polc# 

2 


TO         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

H  Y  M  N  45. 

Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ* 

'OME  ye  (inners  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  Hck  and  fore^ 
Jefus  ready  flands  to  fave  yea, 

Full  of  pifyjoiVd  with  pow'r  ; 
He  is  able,  he  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify, 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh  ; 
Without  money,  without  money,    without   ino:i:y. 

Come  to  Jeius  Chrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confeience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  j 

All  the  fitnefs  he  require?, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you.  this  he  gives  yctfj 

5Tis  the  fpirit's  rifing  beams. 

4  Come  ye  weary  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall  5 

If  you  tarry  tiH  you're  better, 

You  N/ill  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous,  not  ths 
teouc, 

Sinners  Jeftis  came  to  call. 

5  View  him  grov'ling  in  the  garden, 
Lo  your  maker  proftrat?  lies  ! 

r>n  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  befove  he  dies, 
It  is  Imifh'd,  it  is  finifn'd,  it  is  Gm'fh'd  \ 
zn  will  not  thia  fuffice.  ? 


ml    son::,         5 1 

•3  Lo  th*  incarnate  Qod  afee 

Pleads  the  merit.;  of  1  i  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly* 

Let  no  other  I  ... . , 

None  but  jeius,  n  we  but  j^<i-:,  ftfcrtc  but  Jeiusj 

Can  do  helplefs  ftaaer?  gooJ. 

7   Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert  j 

Sing  thepraifee  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blikfti!  feat  of  Heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah,  balieliijah,  baHelujabj 

Sinner*  here  may  fing  the  fame 


HYMN    46. 

The  condefcendlng  Love  and  Mercy  of  Cod  in  fallen 

man's  redemption* 


GOD's  power  and  wifdom  are  difphy'd 
In  everything  his  hands  have  made  j 
But  more  his  mercy  and  his  grace, 
In  faving  fa  lien  Adam's  race. 


2  The  matchlefs  grace  and  love  of  Goda 
Appears  in  (hedding  of  his  blood, 

For  poor  apoftate  Adam's  feed, 
'Tis  condescending  love  indeed, 

3  Methinks  I  hear  his  father  fay, 

*'  The  utmoft;  farthing  you  (hail  pay  % 
11  My  injur'd  juftice  mud  have  right, 
"  I  can't  Rbate  one  fingle  mite. 

4  "  Since  you  efpoufe  the  Tinners  caufffj 
**  You  mui  fulfil  my  righteoua  laws  j 


£2         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OF. 

•{  Altho'  you  are  my  darling  Ton, 
•'  I  will  have  right  and  jullice  done." 

5  Hark  !   how  the  Savior  then  reply'd  j 
**  Since  juliice  mull  be  fatisfy'd, 

**   I  am  your  moll  obedient  fon  : 
4i  My  father,  let  thy  will  be  done, 

6  "   I  give  myfelf  into  thy  hands, 
*'  Let  jullice  have  its  full  demands  ; 
4i  It  all  my  blood  will  pay  the  debt, 
%:  Man  /han't  be  loll  for  want  of  that* 

7  "  If  that  my  life  will  but  atone 

"   For  the  offence  that  man  has  done, 

il   I  freely  will  refign  my  breath, 

"  To  fave  their  precious  fouls  from  death." 

8  A  mid  ft  his  forrows  for  a  fpace, 
His  father  hid  his  fmiling  face, 
Which  did  extort  fuch  bitter  cries, 
As  iill'd  all  nature  with  furprife. 

9  Thofe  piercing  words,  Elif  Eli, 
Like  wife,   Lama  fabachth'mi  ! 
Which  our  expiring  Lord  did  fpeak, 
They  made  the  univerfe  to  (hake. 

10  Well  might  the  fun  its  glory  veil, 
And  every  thing  in  nature  fail 

And  blufh,  had  they  but  eyes  to  fee 
Their  maker  hanging  on  a  tree. 

1 1  What  adamantine  heart  of  ftone 
Could  hear  our  Savior's  dying  groan, 
And  not  lament  In  any  fliape, 
Except  forae  hardea'd  reprobate  ? 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  53 

1  2  How  could  the  fpotlefs  Lamb  of  God 
Confent  to  (pill  his  precious  blood, 
To  fave  a  ftubborn  guilty  wretch  ? 
'Twas  love  indeed  without  a  match  ! 

23  O  !  what  is  fin,  that  fpawn  of  hell  ? 
Its  dreadful  nature  who  can  tell  ? 
No  man  on  earth,  nor  Gabriel's  tongue* 
Can  e'er  cxprefs  what  iin  has  done. 

14  God's  grace  and  love  to  fallen  man3 
Our  human  reach  can  never  fcan  ! 
An  angel's  tongue  can  fay  no  tnore^ 
It  is  a  fea  without  a  more. 

35  Arife,  ye  ftupid  fouls,  and  view 
What  your  dear  Lcrd  has  done  fcr  you  ; 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  your  dayi 

In  ftriving  to  advance  hia  praife. 

36  The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  tco, 
All  praife  and  honor  is  their  due, 
From  fpotlefs  angels  round  the  thron?. 
And  human  creatures  ev'ry  one, 


H  Y  M  N    47, 

Hardnefs  cf  Heart  complalicd  ef, 

FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  itubborn  /lone  away, 
To  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  reml,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  feas  can  roar,  the  mountains  (hake  } 
Of  feeling  all  things  (new  fome  fign^ 
£u-t  ihk  unfeeling  heart  of  mine* 
£  2 


54         DIVINE    HYMNS,    OR 

3  To  read  the  forrows  thou  haft  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt, 
Yet  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 
Amazing  thought,  which  devils  fear, 
Goodnels  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  £tir  this  ftupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  fomething  elfe  can  do  the  deed, 
And  tfoat  dear  fomething  much  I  need, 
Thy  fpirit  can  from  drofs  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine* 


HYMN    48. 

The  truly  enlightened  foul  in  the  valley  of  HumiHatwt.i 
humbly  refigned  at  the  foot  of  afovercign  God, 

THE  man  that  views  his  guilt  and  fin, 
With  clear  enlighten'd  eyes, 
Jle  fees  how  vile  a  wretch  he's  been, 
And  down  in  durt  he  lies. 

2  With  humble  low  fubmiffion  'tis, 
His  foul  is  brought  to  fay, 

That  God  the  fovereign  potter  is, 
And  he  but  worthlefs  clay. 

3  His  views- are  juft  and  adequate, 
He  fees  it  would  be  r'ght, 

If  God  fhould  fix  Ins  future  ftate 
In  black,  eternal  night., 

4  He  give*  it  in  both  free  and  frank, 
His  all  he  then  reiigo&, 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  gg 

He's  willing  now  to  fign  a  blank, 
And  God  mould  write  the  liner. 

5   But  yet  he  can't  defpair  of  grace, 

He  wreftles  with  his  God, 
And  begs  his  precious  foul  might  tafte 

The  merits  of  his  blood. 

C   He  pleads  the  merits  of  the  Lambj 

That  his  poor  foul  might  live  ; 
He  can't  be  willing  to  be  damn'd, 

Such  language  he  doth  give  ; 

7  l<  The  fouls  condemn'd  to  endJefs  flames, 

BUfpleme  the  God  above, 
W.iile  heav'nly  faints  on  higheft  {trains, 

JDo  praife  redeeming  love* 

$  "  Should  I  be  doom'd  to  endlefs  woe, 

To  burn  forever  more, 
'Twould  never  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Nor  cancel  all  the  lcore, 

9  "  Ten  million  years  in  fire  and  fmoke, 

Amidit  the  livid  flame, 
Will  gain  no  credit  on  thy  book, 

The  debt  is  ftill  the  fame. 

io  "  But  if  by  Chrift  my  foul  is  freed. 

He  *vlll  my  furety  ftand, 
And  every  mite  will  then  be  paid, 

Which  juftiee  can  demand. 

II    "  If  fuch  a  hranl  of  fire  as  I, 

Should  now  be  pluck'd  from  hc\\9 
How  would  th<r  winged  feraphs  fly, 

Such  blefTed  news  to  tell. 


rt>         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OK 

12  "To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gholt, 

What  glory  would  redound  ? 
How  would  the  fpotlefs  heavenly  holt, 

Their  golden  trumpets  found  ? 

33  "  Mud  I  dcfpafr  of  future  blifs, 
And  fo  withdraw  my  fuit  ? 

No,  God  iorbid,  iince  mercy  15 
Thy  darling  attribute. 

34  ««  My  ardent  cries  (hall  flillafcenJ3 
While  I  have  power  to  fpeak, 

And  if  I  perifh  in  the  end, 
I'll  dk  beneath  thy  feet." 

15  The  roan  that's  brought  to  fuch  3  cafej 

God  won't  his  fuit  deny  ; 
3But  he  will  give  hini  faving  gracej 

And  lift  his  foul  on  high* 

$6  The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  c;?r> 

All  glory  is  their  due, 
From  beings  far  above  the  fun, 

And  human  creatures  too. 


HYMN    49. 
Views  of  Heavenly  Glory, 

O  pen  can  write  that  fvrcet  delight, 
Nor  human  tongue  exprefs  ; 
There's  none  believes  nor  can  cenceiVe 
That  joy  and  happinefs  : 

Z  That  great  degree  now  mow  to  file, 

Of  future  joy  and  peace  ; 
When  they're  reveal'd  and  not  concealed 

My  life  doth  almoft  eeafs. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  5/ 

3  "Eternal  fongs  of  praife  belong 
To  Chnlt  my  Savior  dear  ; 

And  I  ma\  fing  to  Chriit  my  king, 
And  honor  him  with  fear, 

4  When  I  fit  down  to  view  that  crown* 
Laid  Lip  for  me  above, 

To  meditate  and  contemplate 
On  God's  eternal  love. 

5  My  fonl  doth  leap  to  think  how  deep 
My  Savior's  love  hath  been  ; 

I'm  carry'd  out  in  thought  devout, 
On  things  that  are  unfeen. 

6  This  real  view  appears  fo  true. 
That  Jefus  is  the  man, 

That  did  agree  with  God  for  me, 
Before  the  world  began4 

7  Lord  when  fhall  we  like  angels  be$ 
And  travel  through  the  air  ; 

And  all  thy  holt  travel  this  coaft, 
And  meet  together  there. 


M  Y  M  N    50. 

Death  and  Eternity* 

Y  thoughts  that  often  mount  the  fkies, 
Go  fearch  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature  all  in  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  fov'reign  death. 

2  The  tyrant  how  he  triumphs  here, 

His  trophi««  fpre.d  around  ! 
And  heaps  of  duft  and  bones  appear 

Through  all  the  hollow  ground. 


A 


B 1 7  I  N  E    H  Y  fd  N  S,     O  R 


3  Thefe  fkulls;  what  gfeaftly  figures  now  i 

How  loathfome  to  the  eyes  ! 
Thefe  are  the  heads  we  lately  knew, 
So  beauteous  and  fo  wife. 

4  But  where  the  fouls,  thofe  deathlefs  thingSj 
That  left  their  dying  cl?y  ? 

My  thoughts  now  ftretch  ©ut  all  your  wiftg0jj 
And  trace  eternity  I 

5  O  that   unfathomable  fea  ! 
Thofe  deeps  without  a  fiiore  ! 

Where  living  waters  gently  play, 
Or  fiery  billows  roar* 

6  There  we  fhall  fwim  in  feeawnly  birr** 
Or  fink  in  flaming  waves, 

While  the  pale  carcafs  breathlefs  lies 
Among  the  filent  graves. 

7  '*  Prepare  us  Lordj  for  thy  right  hand, 
ti  Then  come  the  joyful  day, 
Come  death,  and  fome  celeftial  band, 
"  To  bear  our  fouls  away." 


HYMN    51. 

The  Loving  Kindnefs  of  the  Lord.  IsA.  lxiH,  fa 

WAKE  my  foul  in  joyful  lays, 
And  fing  thy  great   redeemer's  praife  j 
He  juftly  claims  a  fong  from  me, 
His  loving  kindnefs,  O  how  free  ! 

2   He  faw  me  ruin*d  in  the  fa!!, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithftanding  all  5 
He  fav'd  me  from  my  loft  elfcate, 
His  loving  kindnefs,  O  hew  g'eat  S 


Ci 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  £9 

3  Tho*  numerous  hods  of  mighty  foes8 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppofe, 
He  fafcly  leads  my  foil!  along, 

His  loving  kindnefs,  O  how  ilrong  \ 

4  When  trouble  like  a  glowing  cloud, 
Kas  gaiher'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud3 
He  near  my  foul  has  a'wayg  ftood, 

His  loving  kindnefs,  O  how  good  { 

t  Often  I  feel  my  finful  hearty 
Prone  from  my  Jefus  to  depart  5 
But  thoJ  I  have  him  oft  forgot. 
Hi  loving  kindnefs  changes  not* 

f>  Soon  (hall  I  pafs  the  gloomy  vale. 
Boon  all  my  mortal  powers  mull  fail  j 
Oh  !  may  my  lalt  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindnefs  fnig  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  foar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endlefs  day, 
And  fing  w;;h  rapture  and  furprife, 
His  loving  kindnefs  in  the  Hues, 


HYMN    $V 
God's   Love  to  his  Saints, 

MY  God  above  with  fmiles  of  love, 
And  blifaful  words  will  fay, 
**  Thofe  faints  of  mine  -lid  once  incline^ 
"   From  my  commands  to  ftray. 

2  (i   But  Chrift  my  fon,  my  only  one.j 

'*  Was  wounded  for  their  fin  ; 
''-    So  for  his  fake  I'll  pity  take, 
\?d  pa^ke  them  welcome  in* 


6o         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OU 

3  u  I'll  make  them  htirs  and  give  them  (hares, 

"  And  they  ft  a))  livt   with  me  ; 
"  I'll  give  them  crow  ns  inftead  of  frowns, 

**  And  joys  eternally." 

4.  I  have  a  robe  above  this  globe, 

Which  Jefus  gave  to  me  ; 
?Tis  clean  and   white,  it's  pure  and  bright, 

And  thus  his  gift  was  bee* 

5   It  cofl:  him  dear,  but  he  was  freer 

Than  I  was  to  receive  ; 
,And  he's  got  more  hid  up  in  ftore, 

For  all  that  wili  believe. 

ft  If  any  thofe  fhould  want  to  know 

Where  Jefus  gave  me  thit-, 
And  afk  if  he  elected  me, 

Then  I  could  tell  them  yes. 

7   If  Chrift  made  known  unto  his  own, 

What  they'll  receive  at  death, 
There's  not  a  faini  but  what  would  fjjint, 

And  bnathe  then  eying  breath. 


H  Y  M  N    5$, 
Lending  for  Heaven  end  Glory, 
TTESUS  I  thirfl,  and  go  I  muff, 
I)       I  long  to  be  above, 
1  long  to  fing  iv  C  brift  my  king, 
Where  oceans  flow  with  love. 

Z  Ye  happy  fot;ls  that  always  roll 

In  love  ;<nd  joy  and  peace, 
W  hich  always  run  through  God's  dear  fon^ 

Whole  love  will  never  ccafe. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  6j 

3  You're  bleft  I  fay,  and  you  fhall  flay 
With  Jefus  Chrift  above, 

And  always  fwim  along  with  him. 
In  oceans  full  of  love. 

4  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 


HYMN    54. 

The  Kollnefs  of  God.         I  fa.    viii.   r?. 

OLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  king, 
Thrice  holy  Lord,  the  angels  cry, 
Thrice  holy  let  us  fing* 

2  Heaven's  br.'ghtcfl  lamps  with  him  compared 
How  mean  they  look  and  dim  ! 

The  faireft  angels  have  their  fpdts, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him„ 

3  Holy  is  he  in  all  his  works, 
And  truth  is  his  delight  : 

But  finnersand  their  wicked  ways, 
Shall  perifh  from  his  fight. 

4  The  deeped  reverence  of  the  mind, 
Pay  -O  my  foul  to  God  ; 

Lm  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  iublime  abode* 

5  With  (acred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thought*  can  reach  5 

A  broken  heart  (ball  pleafe  him  more 
10  the  beft  to  litis  of  fpeech* 


6S         DIVINE    HYMNS,     ©ft 

6  Thou  holy  God  preferve  my  foul 

From  ali  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heait  are  thy  delight, 

And  they  thy  face  fhall  fee. 


HYMN^, 

The  Saints  kappinefs* 

URE  God  will  fay,  my  children  {fey. 
Here's  all  that  you  require, 
Come  drink  your  fill  juft  what  you  will^ 
What  more  can  you  defire  ? 

2  O  blcfled  day  when  God  fhall  fay3 
"  You  are  my  chofen  one  ; 

f*    It  was  for  you  a  chofen  few? 
"  Coft  my  beloved  fon0" 

3  They  have  defir'd  and  have  encryir'cL 
How  God's  love  carre  fo  vaft  j 

But  they  may  pray  eferraliy, 


4  Lord  when  fhall  we  like  angels  be? 

And  travel  thro*  the  air, 
And  all  thy  hoft  travel  thiscoaft? 

And  meet  together  there* 


HYMN  56, 
The  foul  in  the  exercife  of  Faiih* 

YOU  fauits  of  light  that  fhine  fo  bright* 
Aleve  the  lofty  ikies, 
Come  fm£  aloud,  fince  you're  endov 
With  My  exercife, 


Spiritual    songs,         6$ 

3  My  foul  doth  loag  to  fing  a  fong 

Unto  my  lord  above  ; 
And  there  unite  in  fwcet  delight, 

With  afl  the  faints  in  love  ; 

3   And  fpend  away  eternal  day, 

In  lofty  fongs  of  praife, 
And  thus  engage  throughout  the  age 

Of  cverlafting  days. 

4.  When  I  get  grace  and  ftrength  of  fait&g 

To  ftrike  thofe  heavenly  notes, 
I'll  praife  him  too  as  angels  do, 

With  their  fweet  warbling  throats* 


HYMN    57. 

The  love  of  Christ  to  bis  Saints? 

OW  who  arc  they  who  dare  to  fay3 
I've  been  too  kind  to  thefe  ; 
A  right  I  have  to  damn  or  fave, 
If  men  will  not  believe. 

1  Thofe  robes  they  wear  that  Alines  fo  fair^ 

And  dazzle  like  the  fun, 
I've  kept  above  wrapt  up  in  love, 

And  angels  ne'er  had  one. 

3  Dear  faints  but  I  was  fore'd  to  die, 
Or  you  muft  naked  gone  ; 

They're  made  for  you,  I  know  they'll  do, 
For  I  have  try'd  them  on. 

4  Lord  when  (hall  we  like  angels  be* 
And  travel  through  the  air  ; 

And  all  thy  holl  tiavel  this  coft* 
And  meet  together  there. 


§4 


DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 


HYMN    58. 
At  the  Meeting  of  Friends. 

WELL  met  dear  friends  in  jefus'  namer 
Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  oar  Savior's  praife-proclain];,. 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

%  But  O  !   dear  Jefns,  Lamb  of  Goda, 

Send  down  the  heavenly  dove, 
His  graces  to  diffufe  abroad, 

To  worm  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  In  vain  dear  Savior  here  we  meet, 
Except  thy  face  we  fee  ; 

Thy  prefence  makes  a  heaven  mod  fweei^ 
When'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  fnews  a  heav'nly  dawn 
When  there  with  thee  we  dwell  : 

And  when  thy  prefence  is  withdrawn,. 
A  palace  proves  a  hell. 

5  Thsn  O  !  dear  Jefu3  condefcend 
To  me?t  us  with  a  (mile  ; 

Thy  fpirii's  quickning  influence  fend9 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile— 

6  That  at  the  clofe  each  one  may  faya 
"  We  meet  not  here  in  vain  ; 

*s  For  we  have  tailed  heav'n  to-day, 
"  Nor  could  we  more  contain.'* 


HYMN    59. 

At  Parting  with  Friends. 

LORD  when  together    here  we  mcetj, 
And  tafte  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 


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fhy  fmiles  are  fo  divinely  fweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  But  father  fince  it  is  thy  will, 
That  we  mutt  part  again  ; 

Yet  let  thy  fpecial  prefence  ftill, 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Chrift  be  oner 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 

Till  we  before  thy  glorious  thone, 
Shalljoyful  meet  above, 

4  There  void  of  all  diftracting  paint} 
Our  fpirits  ne'er  (hall  tire  ; 

But  in  feraphic,  endlefa  (trains. 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

5  All  fin  and  forrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  forever  fly  ; 

Nor  (hall  a  thought  that  we  mud  part> 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

6  And  thus  to  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heavenly  more, 

The  great  myftenous  One  in  Thrcey 
Jehovah  we'll  adore. 


HYMN    6o. 
ANOTHER. 

OW,  Lord  tho'  ws  mutt  part  a  \vhii?> 
Upon  the  facred  road  ; 
Yet  let  thy  face  upon  us  fmile3 
And  keep  us  clofe  to  Gcd> 


66         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OB, 

2  And  if  again  on  earth  we  meet, 
Lord  let  us  meet  with  thee  ; 

And  let  thy  gracious  prefenee  fweet, 
From  bondage  fet  us  free. 

3  This  only  this  we  humbly  ciave, 
While  earth  is  our  abode, 

That  we  with  Cbrift  and  faints  may  hav?2 
Communion  on  the  road. 

4  For  fince  our  fellowfhip  below, 
Affords  fuch  joy  and  love, 

We  long  its  full  extent  to  know, 
When  we  [hall  meet  above, 

5  And  Lord  let  this  excite  us  on, 
To  keep  the  narrow  way  ; 

Tiil  we  mall  meet  around  thy  throne3 
To  fpend  an  endleis  day. 

6\  Ctleftial  dove,  our  fouls  infpire, 

Maintain  this  flame  or  love  ; 
Till  we  fhall  meet  that  glorious  choir 

Of  worihippers  above. 


H  Y  M  N    6i- 
Advlceto  Tout/.,  from  Ecct.  xn, 
0\V  is  the  time,  O  lovely  youth, 
.    To  think  on  our  creator  God  ; 
Attend  the  words  of  facred  truth, 
While  in  the  day  of  youthful  blood, 

2  This  is  the  only  way  to  find 

The  paths  of  peace  and  endlefsjoy  %  . 

The  way  to  More  your  youthful  mind 
With  pkai'ure  that  will  never  cloy^ 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  (f  / 

3  But  if  you  foolifhly  delay, 

An!  hearkea  to  trie  tempter's  breath, 
To  walk  in  thedeftru&ive  way, 
Till  age  comes  on  or  fudden  death, 

4  O  think  what  dreadful  rifle  you  run, 
You  hazard  your  immortal  foul, 

To  be  eternally  undone, : 

And  plung'd  where  eudlefs  forrows  roIL 

5  Behold  the  wretch  advane'd  in  years, 
And  with  his  years  grown  old  in  l:n  y 

No  more  repentance  now  appears, 
Than  when  his  life  did  hrit  begins 

6  Lo  ftill  upon  the  horrid  brink 
Of  everlatting  wrath  he  ijoes  ; 

Anon  with  horror  down  to  fink,. 
Into  the  gulf  of  endiefs  woes. 

7  Young  Tinners  then  a  warning  take, 
Now  in  your  precious  days  of  youth  $ 

All  flattering  vanities  forfake, 

And  take  th'  advice  of  facred  truth. 


H  Y  M  N  '62.. 
A  Hymn  on  the  preciou/nsfs  of  ChrlJ}, 

THE  name  of  Chrift,  how  fvreet  it  founds, 
How  f'veec  the  mention  of  his  wounds, 
How  good,  how  excellently  good, 
Is  the  dear  name  of  Jefus'  blood. 

2  What  makes  is  Co  to  me  is  this, 
All  that's  in  ChWil  my  portion  is  j 
I'm  his,  and   (hall  forever  be, 
And  all  he  has  is  -mr,de  to  rns. 


6-3-         DIVINE    HYMNS,    OR 

3  0  !  what  a  great  eflate  have  I— 
A  heaven  to  all  eternity  ; 

I'm  rich,  the  Lamb  hath  made  me  fo, 
Nor  can  I  greater  riches  know. 

4  O  Law,  I  dread  thy  threats  no  rnore^ 
My  Savior  yonder  paid  my  fcore  ; 

His  blood  1  know  has  blotted  all, 
The  hand  againft  me  on  the  wall. 

5  The  promifes  I  glad  look  o'er9 
And  thankfully  the  Lamb  adore  y 
For  when  he  dy'd  he  left  his  will, 
And  thefc  his  legacies  reveal'd. 

6  What  did  my  Savior  at  his  death, 
To  me,  unworthy  me,  bequeath  ? 

His  life,  his  death,  his  wounds  and  blood? 
He  left  me,  when  he  went  to  God. 

7  His  new  eternal  teftament, 

I  read,  and  much  fweet  time  is  fpent, 
In  fearching  every  verfe  and  line  ; 
How  much  by  Jefus'  will  is  mine» 

8  My  dear  teftator  will  I  blefs, 
While  wearing  his  pure  righteoufnefs  5 
He  dy'd  and  left  me  this,   Fll  tell, 
Gr  I  had  naked  gone  to  hell. 

9  His  facred  name  I'll  ftill  adore, 
And  praile  my  Jefus  more  and  more  ; 

My  heart,  my  tongue  his  praife  fhall  prove, 
In  earth  below  and  heaven  above. 

10  O  \  the  vaft  debt  of  love  I  owe, 
My  foul  in  time  can  nt'er  bcftow  5 
Eternity,  it  has  no  bound, 

So  let  my  uraife  to  thee.be  founds 


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HYMN    63, 

On  GRACE. 

EAVEKLY  thoughts  create  my  foRgy 
And  fet  my  foul  on  fire, 
And  glide  my  pleafing  thoughts  along, 
To  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

2  While  traveling  thro'  this  defart  Ian  "; 
My  weary  foul  mall  reft  ; 

Guided  by  Jefus'  gentle  hand} 
To  lean  upon  his  breaft. 

3  Here  I  will  eafe  my  burden'd  mindy 
And  tell  him  all  my  grief  ; 

From  Jefus  blood  my  foul  mall  find 
The  dreams  of  fweet  relief. 

4  I'll  lay  me  down  within  his  arms, 
And  view  his  lovely  face  ; 

As  one  o'ercome  by  fovereiga  charms^ 
And  loft  in  his  embrace. 

5  Here  I'll  behold,  with  joy  divine;, 
The  fprings  of  rifing  blifs, 

And  joy  to  fee  that  Chrilt  is  mine, 
And  view  that  I  am  his. 

6  The  views  of  my  dear  bleeding  king9 
Strike  an  immortal  flame  ; 

Raptur'd  with  joy,  my  foul  mail  fing 
The  praife  of  Jefus'  name. 

7  Sh^ll  fing  I'ke  the  redeemed  throngs 
Of  my  incarnate  God  ; 

His  lo^e  ihall  be  my  ceafclefs  foag, 
Who  waih'd  me  in  his  blcod* 


f&         DIVINE     HYMNS,     Ol4 

$  High  on  the  throne  my  Saviour  reigns^ 

Angels  adore  my  king  ; 
In  lofty,  fweet  feraphic  ftrains, 

My  Savior's  praife  they  fing. 

9  There  I'll  adore  my  dying  Gocf, 
And  bow  before  his  face  ; 

I'll  fing  of  Jefus'  wounds  raid  blood* 
And  praiie  victorious  grace. 

10  Amidft  the  eternal  facred  true^ 
Among  the  ftarry  plains, 

My  foul  mall  fing  as  angels  6o$ 
In  fweet  ceieftial  ftrains, 

E  i   The  heavenly  flame  fhall  dill  afpirCjj 

Before  my  Savior's  throne  ; 
His  love  fhall  feed  the  facred  fire, 

To  praife  the  holy  one. 


HYMN    64. 
A  foul's  view  }  or  part  eking  of  the  Lord's  Su$$&\ 

THE  table  fpread  my  foul  there  fpies, 
The  vi&im  bleeds,  the  favior  dies, 
In  anguim  on  the  tree  ! 
I  hear  his  dying  groans !    I  prove 
His  bleeding  heart,  his  dying  lovs. 
He  dy'd,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

a  The  table's  fpread— the  royal  food 
Is  Jefus'  facred  flefh  and  blood, 

A  feaft  of  Jove  divine  5 
His  blerding  heart  !   his  dying  groans  I 
His  facred  blood  for  fin  atones— 

iitones,  my  foul,,  for  thine , 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  ft 

5  The.  featr  is  fpread  with  bleeding  hands, 
iieckw'd  wuh  blcod  ;  and  Io  !   it  ftancs 

To  511  the  hungry  mind  ; 
'Tis  free,  and  whofoever  will, 
I<f3y  feall  his  foul  and  drink  his  filij 

And  grace  and  glory  find. 

4  Whilft  at  the  table  fits  the  king, 
Xaptur'd  with  joy  my  foul  (hall  fing^ 

With  an  immortal  flame  ; 
My  Savior's  grace  I'll  (till  adore, 
With  joy  I'll  love  him  more  and  raore^ 

And  blefs  his  facred  name. 


5  O  facred  flefh  !   O  iolemn  feaft  ! 
When  Chrift  my  Lord,  the  royal  guefi, 

Is  at  his  table  found  ; 
This  adds  new  glories  to  my  joy — 
It  bids  me  fing,  and  well  I  may, 

It  makes  my  blifs  abound. 

6  'Tis  thus  my  foul  by  faith  is  fed, 
On  angels'  food,  with  living  bread, 

And  manna  from  above- 
On  faqred  fle(h?    on  dying  blood  I 
I  feaft  till  I  am  full  of  God, 

And  drink  the  wine  cf  Icve„ 

7  It  is  an  early  antipaft, 

Q(  heavenly  blifs  it  is  a  tafte, 

A  tafte  on  earthly  ground. 
If  here  fo  fweet — if  here  we  prov* 
ijerr-.pluc  joy — ccleftal  love, 

Ip  .!^?.v'a  \\hat  will  be  found  ? 


7&         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OR 

HYMN    6$. 

Redemption  found  in  jf-fus,  under  the  idea  of  en  anchor 
faji  inajlorm*     H.eb.  iv.  jo. 
OW  I  have  fcund  the  ground,  wherein 
My  ioul's  fure  Anchor  may  remain  ; 
The  wound •  of  Jt  fus  for  my  fin, 

Before  the  world's  foundation  flain, 
Whofe  mercy  fhali.unfhak.cn  ftay, 
When  heaven  and  eaith  are  fled  away. 

2  Father  thine  everlafting  grace, 
Our  fcai    y  thoughts  furpafles  far  ; 

Thy  heart  ftill  melts  with  tendemefs-* 

Thy  arm*  oi  love  ilill  open  are, 
Returning  fi.ni  ers  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  tafte  and  live* 

3  By  faith  I  plunge  rne  in  this  fea, 
Here  is  n,y  hope  my  joy  and  reit  j 

*Tis  here  when  hell  affaults  I  ilee, 

And  lock   into  my  Savior's  bread  % 
Away  fad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

4  Tho'  waves  and  flornis  go  o'er  my  head, 

1  ho'  ftrength  and  health  and  friends  be  gonfy 
Tho*  joys  he  witherM  all  and  dead — 

Tho'  every  comfort  be  withdrawn, 
On  thee  my  (lead  tall  foul  relics  ; 
Jailer  thy  mercy  nevei  dies. 

5  Fix'd  on  t V is  ground,  1  will  remain, 
Tho'  n  )  heart  fail  and  fltfli  decay, 

This  anchor  (hall  my  foul  fufbin, 

$Vhen  earth's  foundations  melt  away. 
Men  y'f  full  pow'r  I  then  fl  all  prove, 
JLoy'ii  with  an  eyerlafling loyCj 


SPIRITUAL     S0NG3.         73 

6  What  in  thy  love  poffefs  1  not  I 

My  ftar  by  night,  my  fun  by  day— 
My  fprings  of  life  when  parch'd  with  drought} 

My  wine  to  cheer,  my  bread  to  ftay— 
My  fhield,  my  ftrength,  my  fafe  abode — 
My  palace,  Savior,  and  my  God, 


H  Y  M  N    66. 
Gofpcl  minjflcrs9  call,  or  commtfjton^ 

THUS  faith  the  Lord  your  matter  dear5 
O  ye  his  fervants  whom  he  fends 
To  preach  his  gofpel  far  and  near, 
E'en  to  the  worlds  remoteft  ends. 

3  "Go  forth  ye  heralds  in  my  name, 
"  Sweetly  the  goipel  trumpet  found  ; 

u  The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 

"  Where'er  the  human  race  is  found  ; 

3  "  Convince  a  world  of  Tinners  blind, 

u  And  fhew  them  where  their  danger  lies  5 
"  The  broken  hearted  careful  bind, 

"  And  wipe  the  tears  from  weepings  eyes. 

4  "  Be  wife  as  ferpents  where  you  go, 
ri  Yet  harmlefs  as  the  peaceful  dove  : 

"  And  let  your  whole  deportment  fiiow, 
u  That  you're  commiiiion'd  from  abf 

5  "  And  as  you  freely  have  receiv'd, 

M  E'en  fo  to  others  freely  give  ; 

"  So  (hall  your  meffage  he  bthev'd, 

u  And  many  dyi-.ig  lii.ners  lis. e*" 

6  "  Matter  thy  word  we  have  obey'd, 
(Said  Chriit's  fweei  meflenger3  of  peace  J 

G 


74         nlVlNE    HYMNS,     OR 

<*  And  lo,  the  devils  are  difmay'd, 
«  Trembling  they  flee  before  our  face.'? 

7  Oh  !  if  I  had  an  angel's  voice, 

And  could  be  heard  from  pole  to  pole, 

I  would  to  all  the  listening  world, 
Proclaim  thy  gocdnefs  to  my  foul, 

S  O  happy  fervants  of  the  Lord, 
Who  thus  their  matter's  will  obey, 

Immenfely  great  is  the  reward, 
They  (hall  receive  another  day, 


HYMN    67, 

Divine  Fortitude, 

ID  ST  then  dear  Jefus  fuffer  frame? 
J)      And  bear  the  crofs  for  me? 
And  (hall  I  feat  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  difciple  be  ? 

2  lorbid  it  Lord  that  J  fhpuld  dread, 
To  fuller  fhame  or  lofs  ; 

But  in  thy  footftepslet  me  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  croft. 

3  Infpue  my  foul  with  life  divine, 
And  holy  courage  bold; 

Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meeknefs  ft* 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 


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*  Say  to  my  foul  why  doft thou  fear 
'  The  face  of  feeble  man? 
Behold  thy  heavenly  Captain  s  neref 
Btforc  the;  in  the  van. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  7  J 

5  O  how  my  foul  would  up  and  run, 
At  this  reviving  word, 

I  Tor  any  painful  fuff'rings  (hun, 
To  follow  thee  my  Lord, 

6  For  this  let  men  reproach,  defame  j 
And  call  me  what  they  will  ; 

Lo  !  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  fervant  (till, 

7  To  thee  I  cheerfully  fnhm.it, 
And  all  thy  pow'rs  refign  ; 

Let  wifdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

PAUSE, 

&  I'll  cheerfully  take  up  the  crofs, 

And  follow  thee  my  Lord, 
Submit  to  tortures,  fhame  and  lofs, 

At  thy  commanding  word* 

9  But  this  I  promife  to  fulfil, 
Through  thyaffifting  grace, 

For  I  am  pow'rlefs  and  a  weak  will, 
I  muft  with  fhame  conic fs. 

10  But  let  thy  grace  fufficient  be, 
In  ev'ry  time  of  need  ; 

Then  Lord  I'll  boldly  fight  for  thee9 
And  ev'ry  time  fucceed. 


J 


HYMN    68. 

Tke  rich  provtfion  of  the  Gofpeh 

ESUS  thy  bleffiugs  are  not  few, 
Nor  13  thy  gofpel  weak  5 


7§         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

Thy  grace  can  nclt  the  ftubhorn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek, 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage? 
Does  thy  falvation  flow  ; 

It's  not  confin'd  to  fex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  ofFerM  to  the  prince? 
The  poor  may  take  their  fhare  ; 

No  mortal  has  a  juil  pretence, 
To  perii'h  in  defpair. 

4  Come  all  ye  wretched  finners  comes 
He'll  form  your  fouls  anew  ; 

His  gofptl  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  fuch  as  you. 

5  His  do&rine  is  almighty  love  ; 
There's  virtue  in  his  name, 

To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  lion  to  a  lamb. 

6  O  could  we  raffe  a  fong  of  praife, 
Half  equal  to  his  love  ; 

The  heav'ns  would  ring,  while  wc  fhould  fingy 
Thro'  all  the  courts  above. 


HYMN    6g. 

A  Pilgrim's  Song;. 

CHILDREN  oftheheav'nly  king* 
As  you  journey  fweetiy  fing, 
Sing  your  favior's  worthy  praife,. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 


SPIRITUAL     SOxN'GS;  7? 

2  Ye  aretrjv'ling  home  to  GoJ, 
In  the  ways  your  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  fhail  fee. 

3  Oh  !  ye  banifh'd  ^l\  be  ghd, 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  fave  our  ftefh  afTumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

4  Shout  ye  little  flocks  and  bhfs, 
You  on  Jefus'  arms  (hall  reft  ; 
There  your  feat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There's  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  O  !  ye  brethren,  joyful  (land, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  j 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  Father's  fon. 
Bids  you  undifmay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord  obed'endy  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  ft  ill  will  follow  thee. 


HYMN    70. 

Celejlial  watering. 

SAVIOR,  Yifit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us  Lord  a  gracious  rain; 
AH  will  come  to  diflblution, 
Unlefs  thou  return  again* 

2   Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  j 

Left  for  want  of  thy  afiillance, 
Ev'ry  plant  will  droop  and  die* 
G  2 


^3         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OK 

3  Surely  once  the  garden  flourinVd, 
Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 

There  thy  word  our  fpirits  nourihYd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen. 

4  But  a  drought  has  fince  fucceeded, 
And  a  fad  decline  we  lee  ; 

Lord  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee, 

5  Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 
Fir'd  with  zeai  and  love  and  truth; 

Old  profefibrs  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth  ! 

6  Some  in  whom  our  fouls  delighted, 
We  mail  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some  alas,  we  fear  are  blighted, 
•Scarce  a  fingle  leaf  they  fhow. 

7  Younger  plants  to  fight  how  pleafant^ 
Cover'd  thick  with  blofioms  ftood  5 

33ut  they  caufe  us  grief  at  prefent, 
Frofl  has  nipt  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearetl  Savior,  ha  den  hither, 
Thou  canft  make  them  bloom  again  £ 

O  !  permit  them  not  to  either, 
.Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain, 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'r  ; 

Let  each  one  efteem  thy  fervant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  fnarc, 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  ftony  hearts  to  flefh  ; 

Now  begin  from  this  good  hour,. 
To  revive  thy  work  afcdb* 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  fg 

HYMN   71. 

Wonder:  of  Redeeming  Love* 

NOW  begin  thy  heavenly  theme, 
Come,  fing  aloud  in  Jefus'  name, 

Come,  you  who  Jefus*  kindnefs  prove, 

Come,  tiiumpii  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Come  you,  alas  !   who  e'er  have  been 
The  willing  flaves  of  death  and  fin  ; 
Come  now,  from  hlifs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  ftopand  tafte  redeeming  love. 

3  Come,  mourning  fouls,  dry  up  your  tea .-■:, 
And  banifh  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

And  fee  the  guilt  fecure  remov'd, 
'Tis  canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Come,  welcome,  all  by  Cm  oppreft, 
Come,  welcome  to  this  facred  reft  ; 
There's  nothing  brought  him  from  abcvr3 
Nothing  but  true  redeeming  love. 

5  'Tis  he  fubdues  th*  infernal  powers, 
And  his  tremendous  foes  are  ours  j 
Our  foes  are  from  his  empire  drove, 
He's  mighty  in  redeeming  love- 

6  Come  hither  and  your  mufic  bring, 
Come,   ftrike  aloud  your  joyful  firing  j 
Come  mortals,  join  the  praife  above, 
He's  mighty  in    redeeming  love, 

7  Come  you,  who  live  in  Babylon, 
Come,  hear  the  voice  of  Chn'ft  the  fon  j 
Arife,   my  fair  one  and  my  dove, 

O  1  come  and  tafte  redeeming  love, 


0O         DIVINE    HVMNS,     OK 

8  The  angels  that  before  him  ftani, 
They  go  and  come  at  his  command  ; 
ThoJ  they  are  feated  high  above, 
Never  will  tafte  redeeming  love. 

9  O  !  ye  bright  angels,  ft  is  true,, 
That  I  fhall  furely  oot-do  yon  ; 
When  I  fhall  reign  with  him  above3 
Then  I  mail  fmg  redeeming  love- 


HYMN    72. 
The  Fair  Manfions* 
TE  in  this  tabernacle  mourn, 
For  immortality  ; 
Burden'd  with  fin,  we  daily  groan, 
And  Ions:  to  be  fet  free. 


o 


2  We  view  tin's  world  not  as  our  home, 

But  fojourn  in  a  vale  ; 
We  feek  a  city  yet  to   come, 

Where  joy  (hall  never  fail* 

5  We  have  an  houfe  above  the  ffcy, 
In  heavVs  unmeafur'd  fpace  ; 

Where  we  fhall  dwell  eternally, 
To  fee  our  Savior's  face. 

4  Roll  on,  roll  on  our  peaceful  years, 
And  bring  ©ur  fouls  to  reft  ; 

Where  troubles  end,  and  doubts  and  fears 
No  more  difturb  our  bread. 

5  Then  we  (hall  bid  a  long  farewell9 
To  all  thofe  fleeting  things  ; 

Our  clay  in  earth  we  leave  to  dwellj 
To  mouat  on  fasted  wings. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS,  8l 

6  Swifter  than  thought  we  foar  on  high, 
Above  thofc  twinkling  liars  ; 

Pafs  through  the  regions  of  the  (ky, 
And  all  thofe  rolling  fpheres. 

7  The  fun  ere  long  will  dif3ppcar, 
And  Tinners  reel  their  lofs  ; 

While  we  afcend  thro'  yielding  afr> 
And  iteer  th*  eternal  courfe» 


8  Now  winged  time  is  known  no  more? 
Eternity  begins  ; 

Our  fouls  have  gain'd  the  heav'nly  (hore? 
And  view  the  amazing  fcenes. 

9  Their  fongs  begin  to  found  fo  fweet, 
Our  raptur'd  fouls  on  fire, 

T©  bow  around  our  Savior's  feet, 
And  join  the  heav'nly  choir. 

10  Unnumber'd  years  fhall  gently  to\19 
And  each  increafe  their  blifs  ; 

When  God  fhall  fay  unto  each  foul, 
Come,  dwell  where  Jefua  is. 

ii  Then  will  our  bleflfed  Jefus  come, 

And  bid  the  dead  arife  ; 
And  call  his  weary  children  home, 

To  manfions  in  the  fkies. 


2  2  Where  fin  and  forrow  all  (hall  ceafe> 

And  tears  be  wip'd  away  ; 
And  nothing  (hall  dillurb  ourpcace> 

To  one  eternal  day, 


8£         D1YINE-    HYMNS,    OF, 

HYMN  73, 
Love  to  Jefus, 

^"TPKEE  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  towV, 
JL     Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown  5 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r 
Or*  mind  and  ftrength  andjitart  alone, 

2  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  throne. 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God  5 

Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown, 
Thy  fmiks,  thy  fceptre  or  thy  rod. 


HYMN    74. 
Praife  to  redeeming  Grace- 

DIFFUSE  thy  beams  and  teach  my  heart, 
Now  with  a  genial  warmth  to  glow  ; 
For  lo  !  withour  thy  heavenly  art, 
In  vain  m?  lofty  numbers  flow. 

2  Magnificent  free  grace  arife, 

Out  mine  the  tho'ts  of  (hallow  man  3 
Sov'reign,  preventing  all  divine, 
To  him  that  neither  will'd  nor  ran, 

3  Grand  is  the  bofom  whence  thou  flow'd, 
Kind  as  the  heart  that  gave  the  vent  j 

Rich  as  the  gift  that  God  beftow'd, 
Lovely  and  fo  like  Chrid  be  feint. 

4.  Grace  by  a  righteonfnefs  cloth  reign. 
Wrought  by  the  facred  life  of  God  ; 

Where  fin  i?  fpoil'd,  grace  fhaH  maintain 
Its  right  in  JeTui*  facred  blood, 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  83 

1    Who  counts  the  finds  that  bound  the  fea? 

Not  hiif  his  fins  can  number  o'er  ; 
And  ah  !  wh  a  millions  ;  yet  but  fee, 

Grace  hath  ten  thoufand  mercies  more* 

6  Infinite  grace  how  full  of  God, 

In  ev'ry  work  of  thine — there  glows 
Kew  glories  in  thy  facred  blood, 
There  life  divine  eternal  flows, 

7  We  bowing  fing  thy  death  fo  ftrong, 
Which  all  our  foals  food  death  defends  ^ 

Shout  ye  redeem'd,  for  here  your  fong 
Begins  &ad  never — never  ends. 


P  Y  M  N    75. 

On  Eternal  Love* 

ETERNAL  love,  the  darling  fong. 
Well  plealing  to  Jehovah's  ear  ; 
Attend  ye  fav  'd,  ye  pardon'd  throng, 
With  ail  your  graceful  notes  draw  near? 

2  'Tis  yours  to  fing  th*  eternal  date 
Of  love  divine  and  how  it  moves 

To  helplefs  men  with  gladnefs  great, 
Sing  loud,  for  God  the  foung  approves, 

3  Hail  Bexhle'm  !    Kail  that  ruddy  morfip 
Whofe  rays  adorn  the  infant  God  5 

MefTiah,  of  a  virgin  born, 

A  God,  a  man  to  die  in  blood, 

a.  For  us  Salvation  widedifplays 
Her  ambient  refreshing  wing  : 
Jr  Jefuft'  name  that  love  we'll  praife? 
I  all  its  peerlefa  gloriea  flag, 


84        DIVINE    HYMNS,     OE 

r  We  £ng  the  garden  and  the  tree, 

Red  with  the  blood  that  cries  for  peace  g 

Heav'n  echos  back,  as  pleas'd  in  thee 
To  fhew  its  glories  and  its  grace, 

6  We  fing  a  note  that  high  prevails, 
Above  the  angels  free  from  fin, 

Who  cannot  taite  the  love  that  heals, 
The  fweets  of  conference  thus  made  clears 

7  Thy  love  O  Jefus  is  the  theme, 
The  fong  of  faints  fhall  ever  grow  $ 

AH  ages  to  the  church  proclaim, 

How  fweetly  doth  their  numbers  flow. 

(8  Here  fhall  the  guilty  who  has  loft 

The  divine  favor  by  his  fin, 
Find  worth  that  he  can  fafely  truft, 

A  righteoufnefs  to  glory  in. 


HYMN    76. 
Thefght  of  Faith. 

OMNIPOTENT  Lord,  my  Savior  and  king, 
Thy  fuccour  afford,    thy  righteoufnefs  brings 
Thy  promifes  bind  thee  companion  to  have, 

0  now  let  me  find  thee  mighty  to  faye. 

3  Rejoicing  in  hope  and  patient  in  grief, 
To  thee  1  look  up  for  certain  relief  ; 

1  fear  no  denial  no  danger  ]  fear, 
Jslor  Mart  from  the  trial  if  Jefus  is  near, 

3   I  every  hour  in  jeopardy  {land, 

J3ut  thou  art  my  powY  and  holdeff.  my  hand  ; 

I  wait — I  am  calling— thy  fuccour  I  feel, 

It  faves  me  from  falling,  or  plucks  me  ficrn  hell. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  85 

^  On  Jefus  my  Savior  I  then  will  rely, 
All  evil  before  his  prefence  fhall  fly  ; 
When  I  gjid  my  Savior  my  fears  fhall  depart, 
And  Jefus  forever  fhall  reign  in  my  heart. 


HYMN    77. 
To  be  fung  before  going  into  Public  Worf/itf 

THE  Savior  meets  his  flock  to-day, 
Shall  I  in  floth  abide  at  home  ? 
Shall  I  behind  the  people  ftay  ? 

"When  Jefus  calls  there  (till  is  room. 
I'll  go— it  is  a  place  of  pray'r  ; 
Who  knows  but  God  may  meet  me  there? 

2  To-day  Immanuel  feeds  his  faints, 

And  here  the  Chiiftians  find  their  king— 
They  lay  open  their  complaints, 

And  here  the  Savior's  ptaife  they  hngf 
Into  their  number  Pil  prefume, 
Since  Jefus  kindly  bids  me  come. 

3  How  long  did  faithful  Anna  wait, 

And  fought*  the  Lord  full  foiefcore  years* 
Both  day  and  night  the.  temple  gate 

She  watch'd,  with  many  fighs  and  tears, 
And  fcarcely  left  the  hou'e  of  pray'r 
Till  God  vouchfaf'd  to  meet  her  there; 

4  Dear  Savior  then  permit  me  pow'r, 

And  like  the  fajiiti  I'll  watch  for  thee, 
Content  till  the  appointed  hour, 

When  thou  (halt  be  reveaPd  in  me  5 
Drily  my  foul  within  thy  gate, 
11  fof  thy  gracioso  ore! -.'.ice  wait, 
*  H 


DlVlKE    HYMNS,     ©& 

5  Remove  temptation,  O  my  Lord, 
And  let  mine  enemies  be  flam, 

Who  would  withdraw  me  from  thy  * 
And  plunge  rne  in  the  world  again  • 

And  when  the  bridegroom  mall  appear, 

P  I  may  ray  foul  be  found  in  prayer. 


HYMN    78. 

Guilt  and  d'tftrefs  infeparahk  companlcnj, 
IN  is   the  fatal  caufe  of  woe, 

The  fpring  from  whence  our  troubles  flow* 
Yet  when  we  take  a   view 
Of  thole  who  fin  in  every  breath* 
Yet  feel  no  check  in  life  and  dsath, 
We  fcarcs  believe  it  true. 

2  Thoufands  around  feem  highly  blefoMj 
Who  treat  religion  as  a  jell, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
Down  life's  impetuous  ftreams  they  glide. 
Favcr'd  with  canvafs,  wind  and  tide. 

And  fmoothly  float  alon^, 

3  By  pleafure's  flow'ry  bank  they  ileer? 
h!o  trouble  fee!  nor  can  they  fear, 

But  laugh  and  fing  and  play  ; 
Till  deep  they  plunge  in  endlefs  night, 
Without  one  diop  of  fweet  delight, 

Or  glimpfe  cf  cp'r.ing  day. 

4  O  fad  exchange  !  O  wretched  flate  J 
Now  they  can  ferl  (when  'cis  too  late) 

What  they  have  heard  in  vain  : 
Defpair  and  anguiih  dwell  within, 
The  bitter,  bitter  fruits  of  fin, 

And  make  tbcjn  *°ar  with  pain  { 


t RITUAL     S  V? 

i» 
.is  guiit  that  cam'd 
And  freely  they  confefs, 
The  bitter  pill  was  candy'd  o'er, 
Twasall  indulgence  lull  before, 
Bat  now  His  uil  diitrefs. 

6  More  they  v/o\i\d  own  -  , 
And  quit  thofe  regions  of  defpair  ; 

And  now  would  a(k  the  faints, 
et  If  guilt  be  harmlefs,  tell  me  why 
"  Thofe  trickling  tears,  that  heaving  fighy 

"  And  whence  :li;fc  fad  complaints  V. 

7  When  fin,  that  viper,  you  carefs, 
Striking  remorfe  and  keen  diitreis 

Speedily  make  you  fmart  ; 
;Tis  that  which  hides  the  Saviors  face*- 
Incurs  his  fiowns,  fufpends  his  graee, 

And  wounds  you  to  the  heart. 

8  Then  griefs  like  mighty  torrents  roll^ 
Till  the  poor  agonizing 

Lies  bleeding  on  the  r^ck  ; 
The  round  of  duty'  .ill, 

But  'tis  like  labor." 

With  mountain:  en  the  back. 

9  One  guilty  fcene  fuck  anguifh  bring*. 
Clogs  the  poor  .3  wingta 

And  drags  it  from  tl 
'Till  jefusdrefs'd  in  love  appeari, 

Forgives  the  guilt  and  wipes  the  t 
From  the  beclouded  eyes. 

ro  O  Chriitians  !    ...  teetj 

la  pleafures  finful  ta  ve:, 

But  bhJ'thcnvaU  ad!  u  ; 


88         DIVIN35     HYMNS,     ©& 

Stings  from  forbidden  pleafures  grow, 
At  lead  my  foul  hath  found  it  fo, 
And  owns  th'  afTertion  true. 

f  I   Retraining  grace  dear  Jefus  grant, 
Make  me  like  nature's  nobleft  plant, 

And  may  my  fear  be  fuch, 
That  when  temptations  lie  in  wait, 
1  may  difdain  the  gilded  bait, 

And  (hriaking,  fhun  the  touch. 


HYMN  7$. 

Th:  Sinner's  call  rejtBcd* 

COME  all  you've  fpent  your  bloomiag  day« 
In  your  own  lulls  and  Satan's  ways, 
Bow  down  to  God,  confefs  your  fin, 
JLeft  you  fhould  never  enter  in  — 

•2  In  through  the  gate  that  is  on  high, 
Which  leads  to  joyg  above  the  fky  ; 
Where  all  the  faints  their  voices  raife, 
Rejoice  and  fmg  their  maker's  pvaife. 

3  All  who  do  wifli  to  pafs  this  gate^ 
Mull  walk  upright  and  very  ftraight  5 
If  you  fhould  mifs  this  gate  I  knovr, 
Down  to  burning  hell  you'll  go. 

4  There  endlefs  forrow,  endlefs  pain, 
Without  a  hope  of  peace  again  ; 
Oh  !  then  your  aching  fouls  will  fay, 
«  Why  did  we  God  fo  difobey  !" 

5  His  hand  was  ftretch'd  forth  all  the  day, 
We  cannot  have  one  word  to  fay  ; 

For  we  have  had  many  a  call, 
And  wc  like  fooU  rejected  all* 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

6  One  word  of  caution  to  the  young, 
Who  never  had  God's  praifes  fang  ; 
Give  up  to  Chrill  before's  too  late, 
Or  elfe  in  hell  you'll  have  your  fate. 

7  Down  with  the  heliifh  devils  there, 
Lock'd  down  in  horror  and  defpair  ; 
But  Oh  !  the  formidable  cries, 

That  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  ikies. 

8*  They  turn  their  eyes  to  heaven  and  fee* 
Where  all  the  righteous  people  be  ; 
Look  down  into  a  gaping  hell, 
See  where  the  devil's  hoft  doth  dwell. 

9  This  heaven  is  a  happy  place, 
Where  ev'ry  foul  is  nll'd  with  grace  J 
This  hell  it  is  a  place  of  fpite, 
Where  forrows  there  are  infinite* 

jo  Come  mind  the  words  which  1  have  per 
Left  down  to  hell  G.)d  mould  you  fend  : 
The  place  I  will  deferibe  once  mere, 
*Tis  where  -he  devils  always  n 

HYMN    fc> 
InviiatUn  tofmftcl  fouls  to  corns  to  jfefus  jor  n. 

COME  fmners  now  approach  your  God5 
With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 
Behold  the  treafnrcs  of  his  blood, 
Have  cleans'd  a  num'rous  thrcn^« 


z  See  Jefus  fland  with  open  arna3, 

Inviting  you  to  come  ; 
Hear  how  his  mercy  fweetly  charity 

And  tells  you  there  is  rJom* 
H-a- 


QO         DIVINE    HYMNS,    OR 

3  "  But  hark  !   methinks  I  hear  you  fay, 
"  I'm  an  unworthy  foul, 

u  pve  finn'f}  my  day  0f  gracc  away, 

(i  I  hear  his  thunders  roll. 

4  "  My  fins  are  of  a  crimfon  dye, 
"  And  I'm  a  captive  led  ; 

(t  Can  fuch  a  finful  foul  as  I, 
«4  Be  from  this  bondage  freed  ? 

5  "  Now  I  deferve  the  loweft  hell, 
"  WhtHpurn'd  his  ofler'd  grace  j 

<f  And  tempting  others  to  rebel, 
«•  Frevok'd  him  to  his  face." 

6  Stop  trembling  foul  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

He  fnatch'd  me  from  the  brink  of  hell, 
And  raia'd  my  foul  above, 

7  Hark  !  hear  the  bleffed  Jefns  fay, 
"  Poor  foul  you  need  not  doubt  ; 

*'  The  feul  that  will  come  unto  me, 
««  I'll  in  no  wife  caft  out." 

§  If  ever  any  trembling  foul, 

That  unto  Jefus  come, 
I  Jad  e'er  been  banifh'd  or  cafl  off, 

J  niuft  have  been  the  one, 

9  But  God  has  mercy  yet  in  ftore, 

For  all  that  will  believe  ; 
You  need  not  fear  becaufe  you're  poor, 

That  he  will  you  deceive. 

to  Come  now  and  take  him  at  his  word* 
lie  will  not  atigry  be  $ 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS*  CJI 

Put  jrour  whole  truft  in  Chrift  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  fet  you  free. 


HYMN    81. 

The  foul's  confidence  in  God's  faithfuhiefs* 

THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend, 
Whofe  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 
Which  knowj  neither  meafure  nor  end, 

2  'Tis  Jefus  the  firft  and  the  iaft, 

Whofe  fpirit  fnall  guide  u?  fafe  home  s 

We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  pail, 
And  truft  him  for  all  that's  to  come* 


H  Y  M  N     82. 

7 0  all  Saints  who  put  their  truft  in  the  Lord  Jesw* 
Christ. 

MY  brethren  all  remember  well, 
That  your  fweet  Jefus  is  your  all, 
Of  grace  and  truth  brim  full  he  is, 
For  thofe  who  feel  their  emptinefs. 

2  Chrifl  is  your  wifdom,  righteoufnefs, 
Your  ftrength,  your  holinefs  and  peace, 
Your  head,  your  hope,  your  joy  alfo, 
Your  all  to  God,  your  all  to  you, 

3  His  fullnefs  yours,  what  can  ycu  need  ? 
Nothing  but  faith  thereon  to  feed  ; 

And  faith  to  you  himfelf  will  give, 
Rely  on  him  aud  to  him  live. 

4  Then  oh  !  be  free  with  this  your  friend;, 
His  fullnefs  you  can  never  f^end  j 


92        DIVINE    H1TMNS,    Ott 

liet  all  your  wants  be  laid  on  Kim, 
And  he  will  fill  you  to  the  brirxu 

5  The  more  by  faith  on  Chrifl:  you  h've? 
The  more  to  him  you  glory  give  ; 
The  more  with  Chrifl  your  foul  is  free, 
The  more  to  him  you'll  welcome  be. 

6  Such  is  his  bounrllefs  ^race  and  lovej 
He'll  joy  that  you  his  fulnefs  prove  ; 
So  (hall  your  joy  in  him  be  full, 

Who  is  your  everlafting  all, 


HYMN    83, 

Buy  the  Truth  and  fell  it  not* 
^tpHE  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  Gan  tell3 


'Twill  do  to  buy  but  not  to  fell  j 
A  large  eftate  that  foul  has  got, 
Who  buys  the  truth  and  fells  it  not. 

3  Truth,  like  a  diamond,  mines  mod  fara 
More  rich  than  pearls  and  rubies  are- 
More  worth  than  gold  and  filver  coin, 
O  i  may  it  always  in  us  fliinc. 

3  'Tis  truth  that  bind  and  truth  makes  frcer 
And  fets  the  foul  at  liberty, 
From  fin  and  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  then  within  the  heart  doth  reign. 

4.  They  have  a  freedom  then  indeed, 
That  doth  all  freedom  elfe  exceed— 
Freedom  from  guilt,  freedom  from  woe; 
And  never  ©ore  ft  all  Jmdage  kriQ'.y. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  p3 

5  O  happy  they  who  in  their  youth, 
Are  brought  to  now  and  love  the  truth  ; 
For  none  btrt  they  whom  truth  makes  free, 
E'er  can  enjoy  true  liberty. 

6  Truth  like  a  girdle  let  as  wear, 
And  alway9  keep  it  clean  and  fair  ; 
And  never  let  it  once  be  told, 
The  truth  by  us  was  ever  fold-, 


H  Y  M  N    84. 

The  Happy  Man, 

HAPPY  tlae  man  whofc  will  is  bo'.v'J 
And  fpirit  duly  aw'd— 
Who  is  refign'd  in  heart  and  mir.d^ 
Unto  the  will  of  God, 

2  Happy  the  man  who  humble  is, 
And  doth  not  one  difdain, 

That  ne'er  envies  nor  doth  defpife 
None  of  his  fellow  rcers 

3  Happy  the  man  that  wears  ChriiVs  yoke? 
And  has  a  lowly  mind  ; 

Who  is  not  eafily  provek'd, 
Great  peace  then  he  ihall  find, 

4  Happy  tke  man  that  is  not  mov'd 
With  all  the  ups  and  downs 

Of  this  vain  world,  but  lives  above 
Its  flatteries  and  frowns* 

5  Happy  the  man  that's  wing'd  with  i&lih) 
Whofe  heart  is  hVd  with  love— 

Who  run3  and  flies  to  take  the  prizcj 
That  13  laid  up  above. 


D'lTINE    HYMNS,     C 

HYMN   85. 
The  name  of  Chr'ijl  m-jlfatet, 

THAT  name  to  me  founds  ever  fweet'i 
Where  grace  and  truth  doth  always  n 
re  righ. eon  fuel's  doth  peace  embrace, 
And  opens  wide  a  ftore  cf  grace. 

2  A  meeting  place  it  It  indeed, 
Where  mercy  meets  the  miner's  ncedj 
And  open  wide  a  gracious  ftore. 
Sufficient  to  relieve  the  poor, 

3  Hark  !    don't  you  hear  the  heavenly  csfl,; 
Jt  foundeth  loud,  it  is  to  all — 

To  high  and  low,  to  bond  and  free, 
That  uone  my  fay,   4fi  'tis  not  for  me." 

4  **  Ho  !  ev'ry  one  ih^t  thirds  (he  cries) 
Here's  wine  and  milk  in  large  fupplies  j 
Come  now  to  me  and  drink  your  fail, 
JTis  free  for  whofoever  will, 

r;  u  Come  new'  receive,  I  aik  no  pay, 
But  freely  give  it  all  away, 
To  all  that  do  my  word  believe, 
And  freely  row  my  grace  receive," 


HYMN    85. 
Geo  llejedfor  aUtbmgn 

LESSED  be  God  for  ail, 
For  all  things  here  below  ; 
For  pain,  and  grief,  and  joy,  and  thrall* 
To  my- advantage  grow. 


spiritual   scree, 


2.  BlefTed  be  God  for  (lame, 

For  flander  and  difgrace, 
Welcome  reproach  for  Jefiia'  nsm^ 
Like  flint,  Lord  fct  my  face, 

3  BlefTed  be  God  for  lofs, 
For  loi3  of  earthly  things  .5 

For  every  fcourge  and  ev'ry  cro^B 
Me  nearer  Jefus  brings. 

4.  BlefTed  be  God  for  want, 
For  want  or  health  and  food  ; 

J  live  by  faith  and  fcorn  to  faint, 
For  all  things  work  for  good, 

5  BlefTed  be  God  for  pain, 

Which  tears -my  flefh  like  thorns } 

It  crucifies  my  carnal  mind, 
To  God  my  foul  returns* 

$  BlefTed  be  God  for  doubts, 
Which  he  hath  overcome  ; 

Jly  foul  in  full  afTurance  fhoutl? 
Of  being  foon  at  i 

7  BlefTed  be  God  for  fsan 
Of  fin  and  death  and  hell ; 

When  Chrift  who  is  my  life  31 
In  glory  I  ihall  dwell. 

3  BlefTed  be  God  for  Frirndi, 

BlefTed  be  God  for  foes, 
JJleifed  be  God  whofe  gracious  cr:'i!:» 

No  finite  creature  knov/y, 

9   Bleffed  be  God  for  life. 
Blefied  be  God  for  death, 

•i  be  God  for  joy  and  grief  t 
:  all  through  fait!:. 


jg§        DIVINE    HYMNSi     OK 
H  Y  M  N  87. 
Christ,  /£*  alUfufficient  Savior* 

AM  THAT  I  AM, 

Saith  Chrift  the  dear  lamb  j 
What  think  ye  O  Tinners, 
Of  this  wond'rous  name  ? 

3  If  now  you  enquire, 

With  earned  defire, 
And  fay  O  to  know  him 

Our  hearts  are  on  fire— 

3  My  matter  replies, 
I  am  will  fuff.ee 

Thy  want?  O  poor  (inner. 
Who  unto  him  flies. 

4  T  am  to  the  blind 
The  light  of  the  mind, 

And  feet  to  the  cripple, 

And  ftrength  fhall  they  find, 

£  If  fin  is  thy  grief, 

I  am  thy  relief, 
A  Savior  I  am,  it> 

Poor  finners  the  chief* 

£  O  finners,  give  ear, 

What  fulnefs  is  here  ? 
P  !  who  would  wo:  corns  t$ 

A  Savior  fo  dear  ? 

7  He  faw  from  his  throne, 

Poor  finners  undone : 
And  their  lives  to  fan  fern* 

He  gave  up  his  owa* 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.         Q? 

8  He  came  from  above 
The  caufe  to  remove  : 

And  yet  fhall  we  flight  fuch 
Unfpeakable  love  ? 

9  If  we  like  the  Jews, 
His  kindnef*  rcfufe, 

'Tis  plain  that  deftruftioft 
We  wilfully  chufc 

ro  But  O  ye  epprefs'd, 

Whom  fin  hath  diftrefs'd, 
Come,  come  unto  Jefus, 

And  you  (hail  have  reft. 

%  i  Methinks  one  doth  cry3 
"  Such  firmer  am  I, 

I  dare  nor,  I  dare  not 
To  Jefus  draw  nigh." 

II  Chrifl:  anfwers  agafis, 

"  Thy  doubting  refrain, 
Come,  come  unto  nae,  and 
I'll  purge  ev'ry  (lain. 

1%  **  Whatever  is  thy  cafe, 

Come  now  and  tmbraee 
My  precious  falvation, 

And  thou  (halt  have  peace.5' 


HYMN    88. 

The  Wandering  Pi/grim. 

T^CTANDERING  Pilgrims,  mourning  Chrif- 

Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Chrift, 
Who  indtire  £ttat  tribulation, 


98        DIVINE    HYMNS,     0^ 

And  with  fins  are  much  diftref&M  j 
Chiift  has  feiit  me  to  invite  you, 

To  a  rich  and  coftly  feaft ; 
Let  no  fiiame  nor  pride  prevent  yon, 

Come  thefvveet  provision  tafie, 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting". 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  cafe^ 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gofpel  grace  $ 
If  yc  u  want  a  heart  to  fesir  him, 

Love  and  fcrve  him  ail  your  day?, 
Only  come  to  Chrift  and  afk  him, 

He  will  guide  your  feet  always, 

3  Tf  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
Doubting  Jefus'  pard'ning  love, 

Lay  hatd  by  Bethefda  waiting, 
Till  the  troubled  waters  move  ; 

If  no  mat*  appears  to  help  you, 
All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk  ; 

Jefus,  Jefus  he  will  clean  fe  you, 
Rife,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk* 

4  If  like  Peter  you  are  finking, 
In  the  fea  of  unbelief  ; 

"Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 
Chrift  will  fend  you  fwect  relict  j 

He  will  gi?e  you  grace  and  glory, 
All  your  wants  frail  be  fupply'd, 

Cana'n,  Cana'n  lies  before  you, 
Rife  and  crofs  the  fweliing  tide. 

e  Dart)  (haU  not  rleflroy  your  comfort, 
Chrift  f  1  you  thro'  the  gloom, 

I  e'il  fei  il  a  heaVnly  convoy 
To  convey  you  to  his  home  ; 


SPIRITUAL     SONG^.  99 

There  you'll  fpend  your  days  in  pleafure, 

Free  from  ev'ry  want  and  care  ; 
Come,  oh  !  come,  my  foleflfed  Savior, 

Fain  my  frn'i  it  would  he  there. 


H  Y  M  N    89. 

Thejlozv  Traveller. 
|H  !  happy  foul  how  fafl  you  go9 
And  leave  me  here  behind  ; 
Don't  flop  for  me,  for  now  I  ice, 
The  Lord  isjuftand  kind. 

2  Go  on,  go  on,  my  foul  fays  go, 
And  I'll  come  after  you  ; 

Tho'  I'm  behind,  yet  I  c&n  find, 
I'll  fing  hofanna  too. 

3  God  give  you  ftrcngth  thst  you  may  ran* 
And  keep  your  foot  Heps  right  ; 

Tho'  fa  ft  you  go,  and  I  fo  flow, 
You  are  not  out  of  fight. 

4  When  you  get  to  thofc  worlds- above, 
And  all  their  glories  fee  ; 

When  you  get  home  your  work  is  done, 
Then  look  you  out  for  me. 

5  For  I  will  come  Fall  as  I  can, 
Along  the  way  I'll  {leer  ; 

JLord  give  me  flrength,  I  (hall  atknglti, 
Be  one  amongft  you  there. 

C  There  altogether  we  (hall  be, 

Together  we  (hall  fing  ; 
^Together  we  (hall  praife  our  God, 

AcdeverlaJting  king, 


IOO         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

H  Y  M  N  90. 
An  Invitation  to  Sinners, 

COME  to  the  glor'ous  gofpel  feaft, 
Ho  !    ev'ry  one  that  will  ! 
O  come  ye  (larving  fouls,  and  taHe 
Thofe  joys  that  none  can  tell* 

2  Arife  ye  mortals  that  are  fad 
And  oord'ring  on  defpair, 

Lo  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  phyfician  there. 

3  Look  to  the  Savior's  bleeding  fide, 
Behold  the  purple  gore  ; 

It  was  for  wounded  fouls  he  dy'd, 
The  fm-fick  to  reitore. 

4  Behold  him  on  the  curfed  tree, 
With  arms  extended  wide, 

For  finners  fuch  as  yon  and  me. 
The  bleeding  Savior  dy'd. 

5  'Tis  liniuYd  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

That  rebels  doom'd  to  endlefs  death) 
Might  in  his  bofom  dwell. 

6  Come  then  receive  his  grace  and  telX 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 

Till  we  arife  with  him  to  dwell, 
In  the  bright  worlds  above. 

7  No  fin  nor  foe  /hall  there  annoy, 
Or  wound  your  peaceful  bread  ; 

But  boundlefs  love*  unmingled  joy? 
And  everlafting  reft. 


sriftituA-L  songs,       ioi 

H  Y  M  N   91. 
Faretvtl  to  all  but  Ckrljl. 

FAREWEL  vair.  world,  I  bid  at 
Your  glories  I  cefpife  ; 
friendfhip  I  no  more  purfue, 
Your  flatt'ries  arc  but  i      . 

3  You  promife  happinefs  in  vain, 

Nor  .can  you  fat  iffy  ; 
You;  hfgheft  pleafures  turn  to  na'n, 

And  all  your  treafures  &k* 

the  Indias,  E  , 

And  riches  of  the  fea  ; 

ly  God  i  could  not 

For  he  is  all  to  me. 

*.  Then  ?:t  my  foul  rife  far  above  \ 

By  faith  I'll  take  r 
To  the  eternal  r:a!m3  of  I 

re  faints  and  angc'i  fingi 

5  There's  love  and joy  that  will  not  wale  ; 
And  treafures  that  endure  ; 

er8  pleafures  that  will  always  Iail, 
Whea  time  fhall  be  no  mere. 


HYMN    92. 

A  Morning  Song, 
ORD,  in  the  morning  I  will  fend 
^L-a     My  cries  to  reach  thine  ear  j 
Thou  art  my  father  and  my  friend, 
My  help  forever  near. 

g  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  thia  cay8 
Near  thee  in  perfect  pel 

i  2 


102        DIVINE    HYMNS,      OR 

Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe. 

3  I  kno,y  my  roving  feet  will  err, 
Unlefs  thou  be  my  guide  ; 

Warn  me  of  every  foe  and  fnare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

4  Then  mail  I  pafs  all  danger  fafe* 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 

My  truft,  my  hope,  joy  and  relief, 
Shall  be  in  thee  alone. 

5  Then  let  my  moments  fmoothly  run 
And  fmg  my  hours  away  ; 

3Till  evening  (hades  and  fetting  fura 
Conclude  in  endlefs  day. 


HYMN    93. 
A  Crumb  fir   Pilgrims* 

/T*\  O  on?.  ye  pilgrims,  while  below* 
\jT     In  the  fure  paths  of  peace  : 
Determined  nothing  elfe  to  know* 
But  Jefus  and  his  grace* 

2  Obferve  your  leader,  follow  him  } 
He  through  this  world  has  been 

Often  reviPd,  but  like  a  lamb,. 
Did  ne'er  revile  again. 

3  O  take  the  pattern  he  has  giv?B3 
And  love  your  eEemies  ;- 

And  learn  the  only  way  to  heav'n, 
Through  fclf  denial  H«. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  103 

4  Remember  you  mud  watch  and  pray, 
While  journeying  on  the  road  ; 

Left  you  mould  fall  out  by  the  way, 
And  wound  the  caufe  of  God. 

5  Contend  for  nothing  but  the  frurr, 
That  feeds  the  Immortal  mind  ; 

For  fruitlefs  leaves  no  more  difpute, 
But  leave  them  to  the  wind. 

•6  Go  on  rejoicing  night  and  day, 

Your  crown  is  yet  before  ; 
Defy  the  trials  of  your  way, 

The  ftorm  will  loon  be  o'er. 

7  Then  you  (hail  reach  the  proimYd  land,    - 

With  all  the  ranfom'd  race, 
And  join  with  all  the  glorious  band, 

To  fing  redeeming  grace. 


HYMN    94- 
L  origin g  for  Chrift. 
COULD  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearnefs  to  my  God   ; 
Then  mould  my  hours  glide  fweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  Lord  I  defire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day, 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give; 
Nor  ever  take  away* 

3  O  Jefua  come  and  rule  my  hearr, 
And  I'll  be  wholly  thine  ; 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 
For  thou  art  wholly  rainev 


104       btVINE    HYMNS,    OI5 

4.  Thus  till  my  lafl  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodnefs  P{1  adore ; 
And  when  ray  flefh  diilolves  in  death,. 

My  foul  fhall  love  thee  more. 

5  Thr©'  boundlefs  grace  1  then  (hall  fpesd 

An  everlafting  day, 
Id  the  embraces  cf  ray  friend, 

Who  took  ray  guilt  away. 

€>  That  worthy  name  fhall  have  the  pvalfe> 
To  whom  all  praife  is  due  ; 

e  angels  and  archangels  gaze*. 
On  fcenea  forever  new* 


HYMN   95% 

The  Backflider  returning  >* 

WHAT  a  cruel  wretch  am  I* 
To  leave  my  Jefus  fo  I 
And  now  without  his  fmiles  I  lie, 
And  know  not  where  to  go, 

2  Once  T  cnjoy'd  his  fmiling  face  j 
But  did  not  think  fo  foon, 

1  mould  go  mourning  in  diftrcfs, 
And  all  my  comforts  gone. 

3  Not  all  the  glories  of  this  earth) 
Can  do  me  any  good  ; 

My  foul  abhors  all  carnal  mirth* 
And  groans  to  find  my  God* 

4  O  fliould  I  fee  his  face  again* 
I'd  tell  him  ftU  my  wee* 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  iOjf 

Confefs  how  guilty  I  have  been 
To  leave  ray  Jei'as  fo. 

5  Then  I  will  clalp  him  in  my  arms, 

And  he  ihall  have  my  heart  ; 
And  earth  with  all  her  treaeh'roua  charms^ 

Forever  (hall  depart* 


HYMN    96*. 

Complaining.-— 'The  good  that  I  would  I  do  not* 
WOULD  but  cannot  fir>g, 


I 


I  would  but  cannot  pray 

For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try. 

And  frights  my  foul  away. 

2  I  would  but  can't  repent, 
Tho'  I  enoeavour  oft  ; 

Thi*3  ftony  heart  can  ne'er  relent? 
'Till  Jefus  makes  it  foft. 

3  I  would  but  cannot  love, 
Tho'  woo'd  by  love  divine  ; 

No  arguments  have  power  to  more 
A  foul  fo  bafe  as  mine, 

4  I  would  but  cannot  reft 
In  God's  mod  holy  will  ; 

I  know  what  he  appoints  is  befl, 
Yet  murmur  at  it  iltll. 

5  O  could  I  but  believe  ; 
Then  all  would  eafy  be  ; 

I  would  but  cannot— Lord  relieve  j 
My  help  muft  come  from  thee  -, 


tdjU        DIVINE    I-iYMNS,    OK 

6  But  if  indeed  I  would, 
Tho'  I  can  nothing  do  ; 

Yet  the  defire  is  fomething  goodj 
For  which  my  praife  is  due* 

7  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
'Till  thine  appointed  hour, 

I  was  asdeftitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  pow'r. 

8  Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length, 
The  work  thou  haft  begun  ? 

And  with  a  will  afford  me  ftrerigtfij 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run. 


HYMN    97. 

Apojlajy* — "  Witt  ye  alfo  go  away  r'9 

WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 
(Alas  !  what  number  do  !) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Savior  fay, 
•'  Wilt  thou  forfake  me  too  V* 

2  Ah  !  Lord,  with  fnch  a  heart  as  mine; 
Unlefs  then  hold  me  fall  ; 

I  feel  I  mud,  I  mail  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  laft. 

3  Yet  thou  alone  haft  power  I  knovfj 
To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  : 

To  whom  or  whither  could  I  go, 
If  I  fhould  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  reft  aflurMj 
Thou  art  the  Chrift  of  God, 

Who  haft  eternal  life  fecur'd* 
By  promife  and  by  bloscU 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        JO? 

j  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd, 
Cauld  never  re  ch  ray  cafe  j 

can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
Bat  in  thy  boundlef3  grace. 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  reft. 
And  bid  my  fears  depart  ; 

No  love  bat  thine  can  makemebleft, 
And  fatisfy  my  heart. 

7  What  anguim  has  that  queftion  fl irr 'dt 
If  I  will  attb  go  ? 

Vet,  Lord  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  hambly  anfwer,  No. 


HYMN   98. 

7  he  Complaincr  reformed* 

J   SET  myfelfagainft  the  Lord, 
JL  DsfpiVd  his  fpirit  and  his  wcrd> 

And  wiih'd  to  take  his  place  ; 
It  vext  me  fore  that  I  muft  die, 
And  perifh  too  eternaily, 

Or  elfe  be  fav?d  by  grace. 

2   Of  every  preacher  1M  complain. 
One  fpoke  thro*  pride,  and  one  for 

Another's  learning's  ftnall  ; 
Th*3  fpoke  too  fa  ft,  and  that  too  flow, 
One  pray'd  too  loud,  and  one  too  low, 

The  other  had  no  call, 

•  With  no  profetTors  could  X  join, 
Some  drefVd  too  mean  and  fome  too  finC| 
And  fome  did  talk  too  long  ; 


£C8         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

Some  had  a  twie,  fome  had  no  gift, 
Some  talk'd  fo  weak,  and  fome  fo  fwift. 
That  all  of  them  were  wrong. 

4  I  thought  they'd  better  keep  at  home, 
Than  to  exhort  where'er  they  come, 

And  tell  us  of  their  jcys  ; 
They'd  better  k-ep  their  gardens  free 
From  weed?,  than  to  examine  me, 

And  vtx  me  with  their  noife. 

5  Kindred  and  neighbours  all  were  bad> 
And  no  trut  friends  were  to  be  had. 

My  rulers  too  were  vile  ; 
But  I  at  leng'h  was  brought  to  fee* 
The  fault  d-d  moflly  lie  in  me, 

And  had  done  all  the  while* 

6  The  horrid  loads  of  guilt  and  fhame 
(Being  confeious  too  I  was  to  blame) 

Did  wound  my  flighted  Aral  ; 
I've  iinn'd  fo  much  again  ft  my  God, 
I'm  crufh'd  folow  beneath  his  rod, 

How  can  I  be  made  whole  ? 

7  But  there  is  Balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  phyfician  to  be  had, 

A  balfam  too  molt  free  ; 
Only  believe  on  God's  dear  fon? 
Thro'  him  the  victory  is  won, 

Chiid  Jefus  dy'd  for  me. 

8  For  Chrift's  free  love's  a  boundlefs  fea  j 
What  !  to  expire  for  fuch  at?  me  ? 

Yes  'tis  a  truth  divine  j 
My  heart  did  melt,  my  foul  o'ei  run 
With  love  to  fee  what  God  had  done, 

Tor  fouls  as  mean  as  miue. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  IO9 

g  Now  I  can  hear  a  child  proclaim 
The  joyful  news,  and  praife  the  name 
Of  Jefus  Chrift  my  king  : 

I  know  no  fe£,  Chriflians  are  one, 
With  my  complaints  I  now  have  done, 

And  God's  free  grsce  I  fing. 

:o  Glory  to  him  who  gave  his  (on, 
T©  die  for  crimes  which  we  had  done, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
For  as  we'd  fold  ourfelves  for  noughfy 
So  without  money  we  are  bought, 

A  blefled  'ruth  divine. 

I I  Come  faints  rejoice  in  Chrift  your  king, 
His  folerr.n  praifes  fweetly  fing, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love  5 
Sinners  invite  for  to  receive 
Of  God's  free  grace  and  not  to  grieve 

The  holy  facred  dove, 

12   All  thofe  who  do  an  int'reft  gain, 
In  the  blefs'd  Lamb  that  once  was  flains 

Will  furely  happy  be  ; 
Their  loud  hofannahs  they  (hall  raifet 
A  monument  of  God's  high  praife, 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN  99. 

S elj -denial ;  or  taking  up  the   Crofs,  Mark    viii.    3^ 
Luke  ix.  2    . 

SH  AM'D  cf  Chrift,  rr.y  foul  difdaini 
>      The  mean  ungenerous  thought  ; 

Shall  I  difown  that  friejid  v%hofe  blood 
To  man  falvatbn  brought  ? 

k 


ITD        DIVINE    HYMNS,     ©R 

3  With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace. 
From  heav'n  to  earth  he  came  ; 

Tor  us  endur'd  the  painful  crofs, 
For  us  dtfpisM  the  ihame» 

3  At  his  command  we  muil  take  up 
Our  crofs  without  delay  : 

Our  lives,  and  thoufand  lives  of  OurS» 
His  love  can  ne?er  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  f  ufferer  Jefus  views 
With  infinite  delight  ; 

Their  lives  to  him  are  dear,  their  deaths 
Are  precious  in  his  fight, 

x;  To  bear  his  name,  h°s  crofs  to  bear  ) 

Our  higheft  honor  this  ! 
Who  nobly  fuffers  now  for  him, 

Shall  reign  with  him  in  blifs. 

6  But  mould  we  in  the  evil  day. 

From  our  proftffion  fly, 
Jefus  the  judge,  before  the  world^ 

The  traitor  will  deny. 


HYMN    ico. 
The  Pearl  of  great  Price,    mat.  X  in.  4  C. 

YE  glitterinjj  toys  of  earth  adieu, 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  altrafts  my  view, 
A  treafure  all  divine. 

2  Begojie  unworthy  of  my  cares^ 

Ye  fpecions  baits  of  tenie; 
Xncfiimable  woith  appears, 

The  pearl  of  pi  ice  immeafc  \ 


IRITUAL     SONGS.  Ilk 

3  J"efus  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  fweet  ! 
Jefus  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 

Wealth,  honor,  pleafure  meet. 

A   Should  both  the  Its  lies  at  my  call, 

Their  boafted  (lores  refign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 

For  leave  to  call  thee  mine, 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treafures  ali  depart^ 
Of  this  dear  gift  poffeiVd  ; 

I?d  clafp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blefs'd, 

6  Dear  fovereign  of  my  foal's  deliresj 
Thy  love  is  blifs  divine  ; 

Accept  the  wifh  that  love  infpires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 


HYMN    tci, 
Notajham'dofCbriftx 

JESUS,  and  (hail  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  amam'd  of  thee, 
Afliam'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praife, 
Whofe  glory  iftirtes  thro'  endlefs  days* 

2  AfhamMof  Jefus,  fooner  far, 
Let  evening  blufh  to  own  a  (tar, 
He  fheds  the  beams  oflight  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine, 

3  Afham'd  of  Jefus,  ju ft  as  foon, 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon, 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  foul  t;'!l  he, 
Bright  morning  ftar,  bid  darkneis  jSw," 


112         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OF, 

4  Afnanrd  of  Jefus,  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  5 
No  ;  when  I  Mufti  be  this  my  fhame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !   Yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  warn  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quel],  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  'Till  then— nor  is  ray  boaflmg  vaia-— 
'Till  then  I  boalt  a  Savior  /lain  1 

And  O,  may  ibis  my  glory  be, 
That  Chntt  is  not  afham'd  of  me. 

7  [His  inftitutiens  would  X  prize, 
Take  up  my  crofs,  the  fhame  defpife, 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  caufe, 

And  yield  obedience  to  his  lavvs.J 


HYMN  102. 
Cn  IfraePs  fa!!. 
|OES  is  not  grief  and  wonder  move, 
To  think  of  ifrael's  dreadful  fall, 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove, 

Whether  the  Lord  was  God,  or  Baal  i 

2  Methinks  I  fee  Elijah  (land, 

His  features  glow  with  love  and  zeal, 
In  faith  and  pray'r  he  lifts  his  hand, 
And  makes  to  hea/'n  his  great  appeal. 

3  O  God  if  I  thy  fervant  am, 

If  'tis  thy  meffage  fills  my  heart, 
Now  glorify  thy  holy  name, 

And  ihew  this  people  who  thou  art. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  II3 

4  He  fpake,  and  lo  !  a  fudden  flame, 
Confum'd  the  wood,  the  daft,  the  ftone, 

The  people  (truck  at  once  proclaim. 
"  The  Lord  is  God,  the  Lord  alone." 

5  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 
When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear, 

Uke  him  believers,  let  us  pvzy, 
And  may  the  God  of  Ifraei  hear, 

6  Lord  if  thy  fenrant  fpeaks  the  truth, 
If  he  indeed  is  fent  by  thee, 

Confirm  the  word  to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  falvatior. 

7  Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Pierce  ev'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  word, 

Confume  each  hurtful  vain  defire, 

And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  Lord, 


H  Y  M  N    10$. 

The  Coronation  of  Christ. 

ALL  hail,  thepow'r  of  Jems'  name, 
Let  angels  proltrate  fail, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  CrownTiim  ye  martyrs  of  our  Gsd, 

Who  from  the  altar  call, 
Extal  the  Item  of  Jeffe's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5    Ye  chofen  feed  of  Ifrael's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  fmall, 
Hail  him  who  faves  you  by  his  grac?, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
K  2      ' 


114         DIVINE     HYMNS,     O  I\ 

4  Ye  Gentile  finncra  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men  and  fires,  who  know  his  loT€| 
Who  feel  your  fin  and  thrall, 

Now  joy  with  all  the  hoit  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all* 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tongue, 
On  this  terrellrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majefty  afcribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all* 

7  O  that  with  yonder  facred  throng. 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall, 

We'll  join  the  everlafting  fon^, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN    104. 
The  Preacher's  FartwdL 

BRETHREN  I  bid  you  all  farewel, 
Anl  from  my  very  heart, 
Affectionately  I  do  tell, 

That  you  and  I  mull  part. 

2  And  if  I  fee  you  not  3ga;n, 
I  truft  that  I  can  fay, 

My  labor  fhall  not  be  in  vain, 
That  I  have  fpent  this  day. 

3  I  tvuft  I  can  to  record  call, 
AH  yon  that  hear  me  now, 

I  have  dcclar'd  God's  counfel*  all, 

As  he  did  me  end  jw. 


SPIRITUAL     SONG  3*  Kt# 

4  I  now  depart,  T  leave  you  here, 
I  leave  you  with  the  Lord, 

And  may  we  all  henceforth  appear 
To  be  of  cue  accord> 

5  And  if  we  never  meet  apjam, 
W  hile  we  en  earth  remain, 

O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  ihore? 
And  never  part  again. 

6  There  we  (hall  join  to  Sag  God's  praifrj 
And  all  his  wonders  tell, 

And  triumph  in  his  holy  ways, 
So  brethren  fare  you  well. 


HYMN     105, 
The    Chn Plan's   Warrant: 

THO*  troubles  afTail  and  dangers  affright* 
Tho'  friends  fho-ild  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite* 
Vf t  one  thing  feci.:res  us.  whatever  betide, 
The  promife  aftures  119  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  ftcehoufe  are  fedj 
From  them  let.  us  learn  to  trull  in  our  head  ; 
His  faints,  what  is  fitting  (hall  ne'er  be  deny'd* 
So  long  as  it's  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  (hips,  by  t«fopeft  be  toftj 

On  perilous  deeps  but  fha!l  not  be  loft  ; 
Tho*  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tic.e, 
Yet  fcripturj  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide^ 

4.  His  caU  rfe$l  obey,  like  Abraa  of  old, 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  U8  1  1 
Tor  tho'  wc  ape  ftrangers,  we  have  a  fure  guide* 
And  trnft  m  all  dangers  the  Lord  will  provide, 


IXO        DIVINE    H1?MNS,   OR 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  (lop  up  the  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,   we'll  triumph  by  faith, 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
The  heart-cheering  promife,  the  Lord  will  provide* 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feak  we  ne'er  Pnall  obtain  ; 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftions  cur  graces  have  try'd 
This  anfwers  all  queftioas— -the  Lord  will  provide* 

7  Noftrefrgth  of  our  own,  of  goodnefs  we  claim* 
Oar  truft:  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus'  own  name  ; 

In  this  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  ef  his  grace  (hall  comfort  us  thro* 
No  fearing  nor  doubting  with  Chrift  on  our  fide 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting,  the  Lord  will  provide* 


HYMN    106". 
The  aitraalon  of  the  crojs. John  xiu  $%> 

YONDER— amazing  fight  !  I  fee, 
Th'  incarnate  fon  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accurfed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  tun 
Down  from  his  hands  and  head  I 

The  crimfon  tide  puts  out  the  fun, 
Hi3  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  dark'ned  fkyt 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud, 

And  with  th'  amaz'd  Centur'an  cry, 
i[  This  is  Jtie  fon  of  Qod  [2 


SFI  RITUAL   SONGS.  II  f 

JL  So  great,  fo  vaft  a  facrifice, 

May  well  iny  hope  revive  ; 
If  God's  own  ton  thus  bleeds  and  J."'  i§ 

The  Tinner  fore  may  lite. 

5  O  that  tbefc  cords  of  love  diving 

to  thee  ! 
Thou  ha(i  my  heart,  it  fhali  be  thine* 
Tiiiic  it  (hall  ever  be. 


HYMN     107, 

Precious  Promifcs.—2  peter,  in.  4.' 

OW  firm  a  foundation,   ye  faints  of  the  Lord, 
,   la  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word, 
What  more  can  he  fay  than  to  you  he  hath  faid3 
Vou  who  unto  J?fus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  licknefi,  in  health. 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  fea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand  fo  (ball  thy  ftrength  be, 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  difmay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  dill  give  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  ftrengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  caufe  thee  to 

ftand, 
Upheld  by  niy  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro*  the  deep  waters,  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  fh all  not  thee  o'crflow, 

For  I  will  be  with  chee,    thy  troubles  to  blefs, 
And  fan&ify  to  thee  thy  d:epe:1  diftrefc. 

5  When  thro'  fi'ry  triah  thy  pathway  mail  lie/ 

.race  all-fufficient  (hall  be  thy  fuppl 


£l8        DIVINE    HYMNS,     Oft 

The  flame  fl»all  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  defign; 
Thy  drofs  to  confume  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,   all  ray  people  mall  prov£ 
My  forereign,  eternal,  unchangable  love  ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  fliall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lumba  they  lhall  ilill  in  my  bofom  be  borne* 

7  The  foul  that  on  Jefus  hath  lean'd  for  repofe, 
I  will  not,   I  will  not  defert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  foal  tho*  ail  hell  (ho  aid  endeavor  to  fliakey 
I'll  never— »no  never— no  never  forfake. 


HYMN    io8. 

Pleading  with  God  under  Affllahnst 

HY  mould  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  diftrtfs  within  j 
Since  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  pain, 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  fin. 

2  No,  Lord,  I'll  patiently  fubmit, 
Nor  ever  dare  rebel  ; 

Yet  fure  I  may  here  at  thy  feet,* 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  feeft  what  Hoods  of  forrowa  riiCj 
And  beat  upon  my  foul ; 

One  trouble  to  another  cries, 
Billows  on  billows  roil. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear 
My  (hipwreck'd  foul  is  toft, 

•'Till  I  am  tempted  in  defpair, 
To  give  up  all  for  loft. 


SPIRITUAL     SGNGS/  I|() 

5  Yet  thro*  the  ftormy  clondt  I'll  look, 
Once  moie  to  thee  my  God, 

O  fix  my  foul   upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  raging  flood. 

6  Oue  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 
Would  fet  my  heart  at  cafe  ; 

One  all-creating  word  of  grace, 
Will  make  the  tempells  ceafe. 


HYMN    109, 
The   Go/pel  Trumpet, 

HARK  !  how  the  gofpel  trumpet  found?; 
Thro'  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds. 
And  Jefus  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  hnners  home  to  God, 
And  guides  them  fafely  by  his  word, 
To  cnd'.cf3  day, 

2  Hail,  all  viffcorfom  conquVng  Lord» 

By  ail  the  heaVhly  hods  aclor'd, 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
And  brought  falvation  thio*  thy  name, 
That  wc  with  thee  might  live  and  reign, 
In  endlefa  day, 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conquering  faints,  fight  •2J 
And  when  the  conqueft  you  have  won. 
Then  palms  of  vicVry  you  (hall  bear, 

And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  fhare, 
And  crown  %  of  glory  you  fhall  wear 
In  qidjeis  day. 

4  Thy  blood  dear  Jefus  once  was  fpilt^ 
To  fave  our  fouls  frpna  fin  and  guilt  j 


J20         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OK 

And  firflcrs  now  may  come  to  God, 
And  find  falvation  through  his  word, 
And  fail  by  faith  upon  that  flood, 
To  endltfs  day. 

5  Thro'  ftcrms  and  calms  by  faith  wc  fleer, 
By  feeble  hopes  and  gloomy  fears, 
'Till  we  arrive  at  Cara'n's  more, 
When  fin  and  forrow  are  no  more, 
^Ve  fhout  our  trials  there  all  o'er, 
To  cndiels  day. 

C  Then  we  (hall  in  fweet  chorus  join, 
With  faints  and  angrls  all  combiae, 
To  fing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
"When  rolling  years  flail  ceafe  to  move 
/*nd  this  fhall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  cndlefs  day. 


HYMN   up. 
A  word of  comfert  to  the  Lamhs  of  Chtrift* 

LESS'D  be  my  God  that  I  was  born 
rlo  hear  the  joyful  found  ; 
That  I  was  born  to  be  baptiz'd, 
Where  gofpel  truths  abound. 

2  Blefs'd  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 
My  God  for  what  I  hear  ; 

I  hear  fuch  blefled  news  from  heav'n, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  1  fear, 

3  T  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born. 
My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  raife  again3 
And  Qiii  afceiid  on  high, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  121 

4  On  high  he  (lands  to  plead  my  caufe, 
And  will  return  again, 

And  fet  me  on  a  glor'ous  throne, 
That  I  with  him  may  reign, 

5  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghod, 
Glory  to  God  olone. 


H  Y  M  N   in- 

Soul  thirfiings from  Heaven* 

QTILL  out  of  the  deepeft  abyfa 
^3     Of  trouble  I  .mournfully  cry  5 
And  pine  to  recover  my  peace, 
And  fee  my  redeemer  and  die  : 

1  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 

Thefe  paflionate  longings  for  home  3 
O  !  when  (hall  my  ipirit  be  there  ; 
O  !  when  will  the  meiTcnger  come* 

2  Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on^ 
Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain  ; 

And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down, 
This  burden  of  body  sad  pain. 

O  !  Jefus  in  pity  draw    near, 

And  lull  me  to  fleep  on  thy  breaft, 

Appear  to  my  rtfeue,  appear 
And  gather  me  into  thy  reft. 

3  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in, 
The  arms  of  thy  mercy  difplay  \ 

And  give  me  to  reft  from  aU  fin, 
And  bear  me  luuaaphaat  away  5 


129,        DIVINE    HYMNS,   O 

Away  from  $  world  of  diflrefs, 
Away  to  the  manfions  above  j 

A  heaven  of  feeing  thy  face — 
A  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love« 

HYMN    112, 

A   Parting  Hymn* 

LORD  difmifs  lis  with  thy  bkfling^ 
Send  it  to  us  from  above  5 
IvJay  we  all  go  home  a  praifing2 
And  rejoicing  in  thy  love;     " 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  fitters, 
5 Till  we  all  fnall  meet  above, 

2  Pardon  Lord  how  all  our  follies. 
While  together  we  have  been  5 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanfe  us  all  from  evr'y  fin, 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  fitters, 

'Till  we  ail  (hall  meet  again, 

3  May  thy  presence  Lord  go  with  U3> 
To  each  ones  refpe£h've  home  ; 

And  the  prefence  of  our  Jefus, 

Reft  upon  u?  ev'ry  one  ; 
farewell  brethren,  farewell  filters, 

sTill  we  all  fhall  meet  at  home. 


HYMN    113. 
Prayer  anfivered  ly  Cro/fts* 

IASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow, 
In  faith  and  love  and  ev'ry  grace  5 
I^ight  more  of  hfia  falvation  knew, 
And  fcek  more  earneftiy  his  face, 


Spiritual    songs.        123 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  prr.y, 
And  he  I  trufl  has  anfwer'd  prayer  ; 

But  it  has  been  in  fuch  a  way, 
As  almoft  drove  me  to  defpair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  foffie  favor'd  hour. 

At  once  he'd  anfwer  my  requeft  ;  t 

And  by  his  love  con  (training  power, 
Subdue  my  lins  and  give  me  reft; 

4  lnftead  of  this  he  made  me  feci 
The  hidden  eviis  of  my  heart  ; 

And  )et  the  angry  powers  of  he! I 
AfTaultmy  foul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  feeni'J 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 

Crofs'd  all  the  fair  defign's  I  fchem'di 
Blafted  my  gourds  and  laid  me  low. 

6  Lord  why  is  this,  I  trembling  cry?d? 
Wilt  thou  purfue  thy  worm  to  death  ? 

(t  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  anfwer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith, 

7  M  Thefe  inward  trials  I  employ, 
From  felf  and  pride  to  fet  thee  free  ; 

And  break  thy  fchemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'it  feek  thy  all  in  me,55 


HYMN    114. 
Difficulties  in  the  avay  of  duly  furmounUd. 

WHEN  Abra'm's  Servant  to  procure 
A  wife  for  Ifaac  went, 
~Ie  met  Rebeckah — told  his  wifh— - 
Her  parents  gave  confent» 


124         DIVINE     HYMNS,     C  Pv 

2  Yet  for  ten  days  they  urg'd  the  man 
His  journey  to  delay  : 

Hinder  me  not  he  quick  reply'd, 
Since  God  hath  crown'd  my  way* 

3  'Twas  thus  I  cry'd,  when  Chrift  the  LoruV 
My  foul  to  him  did  wed  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  nor  friends  nor  foes, 
Since  God  my  way  hath  fped. 

4  Slay,  fays  the  world,  and  tafte  a  while; 
My  every  pleafant  fweet  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  my  foul  replies, 
Becaufe  the  way  is  great. 

5  Stay,  Satan  my  old  mailer  cries, 
Or  force  (hall  thee  detain  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone, 
My  God  has  broke  thy  chain. 

6  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways. 
My  journey  I'll  puifue  : 

Kinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  faints, 
For  I  muft  go  with  you, 

7  Thro'  floods  and  flames,  if  Jefus  lead, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  fliall  be  my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppofe. 

8  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  too, 
I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound, 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

9  And  when  my  favior  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  (hall  be, 

Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 
.    I'll  gladly  go  with  thee, 


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HYMN    115. 
CocVyforrow  arj/ing  from  the  fujfc  rings  of  Christ* 

ALAS  !  and  did  ray  Savior  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  fovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head, 
For  f  uch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

CHORUS, 

Thanks  to  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 

Who  dy'don-Calvary  ; 
The  Lamb  was  flaip,  from  heav'n  he  eamerv 

To  bleed  and  die  for  me  : 
The  Lamb  was  (Iain,  yet  lives  agafn,- 

To  intercede  for  me. 

2  [Thy  body  (lain,  fweet  Jefbs  thine,- 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glor'ous  fuffererflrood.] 

3  Wa9  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done* 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  \  grace  unknown  t 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide,? 
And  (hut  his  glories  in, 

When  God  the  mighty  maker  dy'd, 
For  man  the  creature's  An, 

5  Thus  might  I  Hide  my  blufhing  face? 
While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 

DiiToIve  my  heart  in  thankfu!nef?P 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repsyjj 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  a\vry> 

fXi5 all  that  lea  a  do, 

L  2 


126        DIVINE    HYMNS,     OR 

H  \r  M  N    116. 
The  Touth's  Refolutlon. 

WHILE  I  am  bleft  with  youthful  bloom, 
I  will  adore  the  facred  Lamb, 
That  bled  and  dy'd  for  me  : 
If  God  infpirc  my  heart  with  grace, 
And  lets  me  fee  his  mining  face, 
A  pilgrim  I  will  be. 

?,  Pil  leave  this  cvorld  with  all  its  toys, 
And  {ca&  thofe  far  fuperior  joys, 

That  doth  in  Jefus  dwell : 
If  Jefus  be  my  God  and  king, 
Immortal  triumph  I  will  fmg, 

O'er  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

3  A  frowning  world  I  will  defy, 
And  all  thofe  fiatt'ring  charms  deny3 

If  Jefus  {lands  my  friend  : 
IMot  long  I  have  thia  ftorm  to  ftand, 
Of  this  enfnaring  barren  land  ; 

My  conflict  foon  will  end. 

4  Jefus  my  friend,  my  caufe  will  plead4 
Conduct  my  Iteps,  fupply  my  need, 

Ar.d  never  let  me  fall  : 
Jefus  will  all  my  foes  dcftroy — 
Will  be  my  life,  my  ftrength  my  joy  5 

Jefus  is  ail  in  alh 

5  With  joy  I'll  fpend  my  fleeting  days, 
To  found  abroad  his  heavenly  praife, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love. 
And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  ftage, 
1  (ball  in  facred  ftraias  engage, 

Among  the  faints  above* 


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S  Where  I  fhall  with  my  Jefus  dwell. 
In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can   tell? 

On  that  immortal  fhore  ; 
Jefus  my  love  (hall  be  my  joy, 
His  praifes  be  my  fweet  employy 

And  part  fiorn  him  no  more» 


HYMN    117, 
U  N  I  T  r. 

LET  ftrife  forever  ceafe, 
And  envy  quit  the  field, 
Come  join  and  live  in  love  and  peace?- 
And  to  the  gofpel  yield. 

2  Let  bitter  words  no  more 
Among  the  faints  remain  5 

Let  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  hour. 
Submit  to  Jefus' 'reign. 

3  One  Lord  we  have  to  fear, 
One  faith  we  all  confefs  5 

To  the  fame  baptifm  adhere, 
And  magnify  free  grace 

4  Then  why  mould  we  ccntenda 
For  meat  and  drink  and  drefs, 

And  crucify  the  Lord  again, 

And  pierce  his  wounds  afrefli, 

5  When  bitter  words  arife, 
Then  Satan  has  his  ends  : 

We  wound  the  heart  and  hands  of  Chrift,- 
Amidft  his  chofen  friends, 

6  No  more  we'll  feel  the  flame, 
Nor  j  udge  ourlelves  too  wife  y 


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DTVINE    HYMNS,     O'K. 


But  fearch  with  care  to  find  the  beanv 
That  lurks  within  our  eyes. 

7  Unto  the  world  we  prove, 
That  we  difciples  are  ; 

They  fliall  behold  us  walk  in  lovey 
And  fay  the  Lord  is  there. 

8  Then  we  will  live  like  thofe, 
Who  now  agree  in  love  ; 

And  when  our  eyes  by  death  mall  clofef' 
We'll  join  with  them  above. 


HYMN    118. 
Indwelling  Sin  Lamented* 

WITH  tears  of  anguifh  I  lament, 
Here  at  thy  feet  my  God, 
My  paflion,  pride  and  difcontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude.- 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  fo  bafe^ 
So  falfe  as  mine  has  been  ! 

So  faithlefs  to  its  promifee, 
So  prone  to  every  fin  ! 

3  My  reafon  tells  me  thy  command* 
Are  holy  juft  and  true  ; 

Tells  me  what'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  moft  righteous  due. 

4  Reafon  I  hear,  her  counfels  weigh; 
And  all  her  words  approve  j 

But  ftill  I  find  it  hard  t'obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5*  How  long  dear  Savior,  mall  I  feel 
Thofe  ftruggles  in  my  breaft  ? 


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When  wiitthou  bow  my  ftubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conference  reft. 

6  Break,  fovereign  grace,  O  break  the  charm 

And  fet  the  captive* free  ; 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thir.e  crrr., 


HYMN    1:9. 
The  Chrifi'un's  noble/}  rt/oluiicu 

H  !  wretched  foul  who  drives  in  vafn3 
Slaves  to  the  world  and  flave3  to  (in.  I 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  fuftain, 
A  nobler  faiisfi&ion  win*, 

2  May  I  refolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers  to  ferve  the  Lord  1 

Nor  from  his  precepts  e;er  depart, 
Whofe  fervice  is  a  rich  reward, 

3  O,  be  his  fervice  all  my  joy, 
Around  let  my  example  (nine, 

Till  others  love  the  blelVd  employ  >- 
And  join  in  labor*  fo  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpofe  of  my  foul, 
My  fslemn,  my  determin'd  choicer, 

To  y'^'d  to  hid  fupreme  controul, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice* 

5  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  facred  ways  ; 
Great  God  accept  my  foul's  dtfire, 
And  giv*  roc  Strength  to-  love  thy  pralf^'' 


l%0        DIVINE    HYMNS,     6% 

HYMN    120. 

7he  Ckrijlian  Warfare. 

V  Captain  founds  the  alarm  of  war, 
"  Awake,  the  powers  of  hell  arenear? 
(i  To  arms  !  to  arms  !"  I  hear  him  cry, 
"  JTis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die„" 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  founds 
I  ead  my  eager  eyes  around  ; 
Make  haiie  to  gird  my  armour  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  be  gone. 

3  Hope  h  rriy  helmet,  faith  my  (hield, 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  fword  I  wield  ? 
With  facred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  infpires  my  heart. 

4  Thusarm'd,  I  -/enture  on  the  fight, 
Refolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight  ; 
While  Jefus  kindly  deigns  to  fpread 
His  conquering  banner  o'er  my  head* 

$  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  truit, 
}iis  bleeding  crofs  is  all  my  boaft  ; 
Thro'  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on> 
To  vicVry  and  tlie  vi&or's  crown. 


HYMN    121. 
J  will  not  let  thee  go,  except  thou  llefs  m\ 

LORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
'Till  a  bleffing  thou  beftow  y 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent  prefling  cafe, 

2   Doft  thou:  afk  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'ft  my  name  J 


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Yet  the  que  (lion  p;ives  a  plea, 
To  fupport  my  fuit  with  thee, 

3  Thou  didfb  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy. 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  L 

4.  Once  a  finner  near  defpair, 
Sought  thy  mercy  feat  by  pray'r  f 
Mercy  heard  and  fet  him  tree, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me, 

5  Many  days  have  pafs'd  fmce  thetK 
Many  changes  I  have  feen  ; 
Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now, 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

$  Thou  haft  help'd  in  ev'ry  necd? 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  fo  much  mercy  paft, 
Canft  thou  let  me  fink  at  lad  ? 

7  No — I  mutt  maintain  my  hold  j 
?Tis  thy  goodnefs  makes  me  bold, 
I  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jefus'  fake. 


HYMN    122. 
The  Sinner's  felf- refieSion. 
I  Lord  !  ah  Lord  !  what  have  I  done 
What  will  become  or  me  ? 
What  mail  I  fay,  what  (hall  I  do  ? 
Or  whither  (hall  I  flee  ? 


p   By  wand'ring  I  have  loft  myfclf9 
And  hear  1  make  my  moaa ; 


£32         DIVINE    HYMNS,     Q& 

0  whither,  whither  have  I  ftray'd  ? 
Ah  Lord  I  what  have  I  done  ? 

3  Thy  candle  fcarches  all  my  rooms^ 
And  now  I  plainly  fee  ; 

The  num'rous  fins  of  earth  and  hell 
Are  furnmed  up  in  me, 

4  The  feeds  of  all  the  ills  that  grow5 
Are  in  my  garden  fovvn, 

And  multitudes  of  them  are  fprung8 
Ah  Lord  !  what  have  I  done  ? 

5  I  have  been  Satan's  willing  /lave* 
And  his  moft  eaiy  prey  ; 

He  was  not  readier  to  commands 
Than  I  was  to  obey. 

6  Or,  if  at  times  he  left  my  fou!3 
Yet  ft  Hi  his  work  went  on  ; 

J  was  a  tempter  to  myfelf. 

Ah  Lord  !   what  have  I  done  I 

1  I  pufF'd  at  all  the  threats  of  heav'n* 
And  flighted  all  its  charms, 

$*Jor  Satan's  fetters  would  I  leave, 
For  Chriil's  inviting  arms. 

$   I  had  a  foul  bur  pnVd  it  not   m? 

And  now  my  foul  is  gontr ; 
2-dy  forced  cries  do  pierce   ihe  fides  | 

Ah  Lord  J   what  have  J  done  i 


HYMN    123.    ■ 
The  Pilgrims'  mutual  Conference* 
AIL,  happy  pilgrims  !  whence  cajps  y*^ 
And  ivhithei  arc  ye  bound  ? 


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SVe  from  the  land  of  Egypt  flee, 
Till  Cana'n  we  have  found. 

2  How  came  ye  firft  to  walk  this  way  t 
Were  you  alarm'd  wilh  fear  ? 

A  fchool-mafter  appear'd  one  day, 
With  countenance  fevere  : 

3  His  prefence  (truck  our  hearts  with  awe^ 
His  eyes  appearM  like  flame  ; 

I  am,  faid  he,  *i>e  holy  law, 
And  from  Mount  Sinai  came. 

4  Then  lo,  our  fentencehe  declar'd 
Was  everlafting  death  ; 

For  'till  he  hid  his  full  demand, 
We  were  expos'd  to  wrath. 

5  At  lad  a  meflenger  of  peace, 
Evangeiiil  by  name, 

Appear'd  and  gave  us  fweet  releafe, 
From  that  devouring  flame. 

6  He  pointed  out  the  lamb  of  God,, 
In  that  diftrefTing  day, 

And  faid,  behold  his  precious  blood, 
That  takes  your  guilt  away, 

7  Thus  were  we  from  our  bondage  freed, 
And  let  at  liberty  ; 

Come  then  dear  brethren,  well  agreed. 
For  thus  redtern'd  uevc  we. 

8  Come  ht  us  then  together  walk. 
Together  let  w  f?-rig  : 

Be  this  the  ftihj<  &  of  our  talk, 
To  praif^  the  lamb  our  king, 
M 


134        DIVINE    HYMNS,     C& 

I-I  Y  M  N    124. 

The  Sinner's  Jhame  and  con/upon, 

0  fooiifh,  fo  abfurd  am  I, 
That  nothing  can  be  more  ; 
Was  ever  fuch  a  monfter  feen 
Upon  the  earth  before  ? 

2  I  dare  not  look  upon  the  eartrj, 
The  witnefs  of  my  fin  ; 

My  confeience  is  a  doomVday  book-p 
I  dare  not  look  within* 

3  Upward  I  dare  not  cad  my  eyes, 

For  there  my  Judge  doth  fit  ; 
Nor  downward  whence  the  fmoke  doth  rife? 
From  the  infernal  pit, 

4  How  (hall  1  anfwerat  the  bar 
Of  him  who  is  molt  pure  ? 

I  cannot  anfwer  for  myfelf, 
Myfelf  I  can't  endure. 

5  And  as  myfelf  I  can't  endure^ 
Myfelf  1  cannot  fly  ; 

Thus  fools  do  fell  themfelves  for  flave^ 
And  what  a  flave  am  I  ! 

6  My  heart  the  feet  of  folly  is, 
My  life  a  life  of  fin  ; 

Surely  I  am  more  brutal  far, 
Than  ever  brute  has  bten. 

7  Is  this  my  wit  ?  is  this  my  way, 
To  make  a  glorious  name  ? 

Are  thefe  the  thanks  I've  paid  to  heaven  f 
Ah,  what  a  be?.ft  I  am  ! 


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8  The  crown  is  fallen  from  my  head, 
My  royal  robes  are  gone  ; 

Confulion  is  my  only  cloak, 
And  I  muft  put  it  on. 

9  I  am  net  worthy  of  the  earthj 
Nor  worthy  of  the  cir, 

Nor  worthy  of  the  wat'ry  drop, 
But  of  the  damned's  fare. 


HYMN   125. 
Invitation  to  Sinners* 

COME  Tinners  to  the  gofpel  f^aft, 
Let  ev'ry  foul  be  Jefus'  gue't  j 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  "  Have  me  excu>7d  why  will  you  fay  £ 
From  health  and  life  and  liberty  ; 

From  all  that  is  in  Jefu3  giv'n, 
From  pardon,  holinefs  and  heav'n. 

3  Come  then  ye  fouls  by  fin  opprefly 
Ye  weary  wanderers  after  reft;  ; 

Ye  poor  and  maimed,  halt  and  blind, 
In  Chriit  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes,, 
Behold  the  bleeding  facrifice  ; 

His  offer'd  love  let  all  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

5  Ye  who  believe  his  record  true, 
Shall  fup  with  him  and  he  with  you. 
Come  to  the  feaft  be  fav'd  from  fin. 
For  Jefus  wafts  to  take  you -ic. 


I3S         DIVIN2    HYMNS,    &M 

6  This  is  the  time,   no  more  delay  5 
This  is  the  glorious  gofpel  day  ; 
Gome  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
And  live  to  him  who  dy'd  for  all, 


H  Y  M  N    126* 

Joy  In  the  Holy  Ghojl. 

MY  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord* 
My  fpirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Savior  and  my  God, 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 
Who  have  a  feaft  at  home  ; 

My  %h3  are  turned  into  fongs, 
The  comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  blefTed  dove 
Is  come  into  my  breaft, 

To  witnefs  God's  eternal  love, 
This  is  my  heavenly  feaft:.- 

4  This  makes  me  abba  father  cry, 
With  confidence  of  foul  ; 

It  makes  me  cry  my  Lord  my  God, 
And  that  without  coutroui. 

5  There  is  a  dream  that  iiTues  forth 
From  God's  eternal  throne, 

And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  dream, 
Clear  as  the  ehryftal  ftoHe. 

6  The  ftrcams  do  water  Paradife, 
It  m?kes  the  angels  fing  ; 

One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart, 
Henee  all  my  joys,  do  fpring. 


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7  Such  joys  a3  are  unfpeakable, 

And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 

As  worldings  do  not  know. 

S  Eye  hath  not  feen  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

From  fancy  tis  conceal'd, 
What  thou  Lord  haft  laid  up  for  thine. 

And  haft  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  fee  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
I  talte  thy  fweeteft  love  ; 

My. foul  doth  leap,  but  O  for  wings, 
The  win^s  of  Noah's  dove  ! 

10  Then  mould  I  flee  far  hence  away, 
Leaving  this  world  of  fin  ; 

Then  mould  my  Lord  put  forth  his  hand; 
And  kindly  take  me  in. 

ii    Then  mould  my  foul  with  angels  feafl 

On  joys  that  always  lad  ; 
BlefPd  be  my  God  the  God  of  joy. 

Who  gives  me  here  a  tafte. 


HYMN     127, 
Chrjfiians  rejoicing  in  the  Hops  and  Glory  of  God, 

LO  !  we  are  Journeying  home  to  God, 
Bid  by  the  fpirit  come  ; 
And  in  the  way  his  children  trod, 
"We  fcek  our  father's  h©rne. 

3.  "We  walk  a  narrow  path  and  rc'ugly 

And  we  are  tir'd  and  weak  ; 
Yet  foon  (hall  we  have  reft  enough-, 
"la -thofc  blcff-d  courts  we  fcekv 
M 


IgS         DIVINE    HYMNS,     OH 

3  Nigh  to  the  country  we  appear,. 

Stored  with  eternal  blifs  ; 
We  know  we  quickly-  (hall  be  there, 

In  fight  our  city  is. 

4.  Upon  mount  Zion's  diftant   top, 

A  lamb  our  eyes  behold  ; 
*Tis  Jefua,  look  ye  children  up, 

He  calls  us  to  his  fold. 

5  We  fee  him  with  his  raiment  red 

As  tho*  befmear'd  with  blood, 
As  newly  flaid  he  (lands  ;  he  bled, 

Us  to  redeem  to  God. 

€  About  him  clad  with  fnowy  veils, 

Appear  a  conn tlefs  throng  ; 
Thefe  are  his  faints,  his  kings,  his  priefts, 

Who  fung  th'  eternal  fong. 

7  How  bled,  how  more  than  happy  thefe, 

Who  thus  their  Lord  attend  ; 
We,  brethren,  in  their  hods  (hall  praife, 

Wefoon  fnall  there  afcend. 


HYMN    128,. 
\A  brie]  defer tption  of  the  Children  ofGo2>* 

WHAT  poor  defpifed  company 
Of  travellers  are  thefe, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way^  . 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Ah  thefe  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  king  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine^ 

An&lo  \  for  joy  they  fing. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS,  iQp? 

5  Why  do  they  then  appear  fo  meanj. 

And  why  fo  much  defpis'd  ? 
Becaufe  of  their  rich  robes  unfeen, 

The  world  is  not  appris'd. 

4  But  fome  of  them  fecm  poor  dilhefs\*$ 
And  lacking  daily  bread  ; 

Ah  they're  ofbouudiefs  wealth  pofTeiVdj 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  roadj  i 
That  rugged  thorny  maze  ? 

Why,  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod? 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways, 

6  Why  muit  they  fhun  tfcwe  pleafant  pathj 
That  worldlings  love  i'o  well  ? 

Becaufe  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What,  is  there  then  no  other  roacL 
To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 

Chriil  is  the  only  way  to  God,  ■■ 
None'  other  can  be  found. 


HYMN  i2g;< 

Here  I  <wiil  dwell. 

H  me,  I'm  never  well  but  when 
I  on  my  beft  beloved  lean, 

And  then  I'm  never  ill  ; 
CrofTes  and  trials  all  are  flight, 
And  pain  is  fweet  and  troubles  light, 

Come  whatfoever  will, 

2  Here  I  could  wifh  my  greated  foe, 
Might  reft  like  me,  and  happy  know 


1*43        DIVINE    HYMNS,     Oft 

The  riches  of  the  lamb  ; 
The  ftreets  would  then  be  full  of  praifej 
Of  Jcfus'  blood,  his  gracious  ways, 

His  mercy  and  his  name. 

3  If  Jefus  will  permit  me,  I 
Will  leaning  on  him  live  and  die, 

And  great  the  bleffing  count  ; 
My  life  dear  Lord,  I'd  live  to  thee, 
My  death  fnould  alfo  glorious  be, 

Like  Mofcs  in  the  mount. 

4  By  fweet  experience  I'd  proclaim 
Unto  the  followers  of  the  Larnb, 

Hear  me  my  friends,  I'd  fay, 
jFor  I  am  hsppy,  1  am  well, 
3elov'd  of  God  unchangablc, 

And  with  him  night  and  day« 


HYMN   130. 
Delight  ofpralfefoY  the  Holy  Scripiurif, 

I  BLESS  the  Lord  who  gives  hia  word> 
To  rule  a  ad  guide  me  right  ; 
To  hear  him  fay,  love  and  obey, 
Affords  fupreme  delight. 

3   A  holy  joy,  without  alloy, 

With  facred  tranfports  flowg 
From  truth  divine,  I  feel  it  mine; 

To  give  my  foul  repofe. 

3  With  facred  love  my  paflions  move^ 

I  burn  with  ftrong  defire  ; 
With  holy  aim  and  inward  flamc^  1 

I  feel  my  foul  on  firs* 


STIRITUAL     SONGS.  14* 

4:  By  grace  refin'd,  my  foul  inclin'd 

Shall  confecrate  my  days, 
As  due  to  none  but  God  alone, 

And  give  him  all  the  praife. 


HYMN    i5£ 

Longing  after  Christ. 

COMPANIONS  of  thy  little  flock. 
Dear  Lord  we  fom  would  be  ; 
Our  helplefs  hearts  to  thee  look-  up, 
To  thee  our  {hepherd  flee, 

2  O  might  we  lean  uporf  that  bread, 
Which  \ovq  and  pity  fill, 

And  now  become  thofe. lambs  careftj 
That  in  thy  bofom  dwell, 

3  How  fweet  that  voice,  howfweet  that  hand-, 
Which  leads  to  paftures  fair, 

Shews  CanaVs  milk  and  honey  land, 
.Lot  of  thy  flook  fo  dear.. 

4  Rich  grace,  free  "grace,  moil  fweetly  Calls, 
Directly  come  who  will, 

Jutt  as  you  are  ;  for  Chrift  receives 
Poor  helplefs  finncrs  ftill. 

5  'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  fouls, 
Grace  only  keeps  us  pure  ; 

And  O  !  that  nothing  elfe  but  grace 
May  rute  forevermore. 

5  As  one  in  heart  let's  all  rejoice, 

The  finner's  friend  to  praife  ; 
The  (hepherd  dy'd  ;  O  !  'tis  his  yoic?  j 

He'll  as  to  glory,  raifc- 


I4&         DIVINE    HYMNS,     O  H 

HYMN    132. 
Meat  and  Drink  indeed* 

TO-DAY  Immanual  feeds  his  fheep, 
The  purchafe  of  his  blood  j 
To-day  Jehovah  keeps  his  feaft, 
For  all  the  fens  of  God. 

2  The  bread  of  God  is  freely  giv'n, 
The  food  of  faints  above  ; 

That  living  bread  ftnt  down  from  hcav'rij 
The  fruit  of  pard'ning  love. 

3  Lo  !    Chrift  our  ihepherd  gave  his  life? 
To  anfwer  all  our  need  ; 

His  body  crucified  is  meat, 
His  blood  is  drink  indeed/ 

4  Ye  hungry,  thirfty  fouls  draw  near, 
And  living  bread  receive  ; 

Tafle  the  provifions  of  your  God, 
And  freely  eat  and  live. 


HYMN    133. 

ANOTHER. 

A   RISE,  my  foul,  with  wonder  fee, 
il.     What  love  divine  for  thee  hath  done  ; 
Behold  thy  forrow,  fin  and  grief, 
Are  laid  on  God's  eternal  fon, 

2  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  grief  flow  mingling  down  J 

Did  e'er  fuch  love,  fuch  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  bright  a  crown  ? 

3  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine3 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  finall  5 

liove  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all,- 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS,  1 43 

HYMN     134. 
The  Remembrance  of  Chrijl  in  the  Supper. 

CHRIST,  in  that  night  he  was  betray'd, 
Took  bread,  gave  thanks,  it  brake  and  faid? 
My  broken  body  he!e  you  fee9 
Take,  eat  it  and  remember  me, 

2  Thus  alfo  he  the  cup  did  take  ; 
lucre's  fealing  blood,   fhed  far  your  fakf> 
Which  doth  my  tefl'ment  ratify  ; 

Let  all  drink  and  remember  me. 

3  Your  pardon,  with  what's  for  your  gocd^ 
Is  purchas'd  with  my  d.eareit  blood  ; 

My  blood  to  you  makes  pardon  free  5 
In  drinking  then  remember  me. 

4  For  hungry  fouls  here's  manna  rare3 
God  fends  from  heaven  for  your  fare  j 
This   manna  falls  now  plemeoufly  ; 

In  eating  then  remember  me. 

5  Here  God  fits  on  a  throne  of  grace, 
Where  finful  men  may  fee  his  face  ; 
My  blood  procures  your  accefs  free  5 
In  drinking  then  remember  me. 


^ 


6  See  here  the  tree  of  life,  with  fruity 
And  leaves  which  heal,  and  ftrength  recruit  \ 
Thefe  I  (hake  down,   poor  foul,  to  thee  j 
Jlat  freely,  and  remember  me. 

7  See  Jacob's   ladder  here  fet  up, 
A  iovenanting  God  at  top  ; 

Climb,  and  God  will  tranfact  with  thee  \ 
la  doing  this  remember  me. 


144         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

8   Hence  runs,  of  life  the  river  pure, 

Which  our  fouls'  wounds  doth  cleanfe  and  cure  ; 

It  freely  rung  to  all,  you  fee  ; 

Prink  by  faith  and  remember  me, 

HYMN    135, 
Marriage  Hymn, 

LORD,  from  thy  throne  of  flowing  grace, 
Thy  choiceft.  b!effings  give  ; 
And  on  thy  fervants  caufe  thy  face 
To  fhine,  and  they  fhall  live. 

2  Enrich  them  with  thy  heav'nly  grace. 
Unite   their  hearts  in  love, 

Jvlay  they  in  all  thy  holy  ways 
To  thee  thcmfelves  approve,, 

3  Let  harmony  and  holy  love, 
And  friendfhip  ever  run 

Thro'  all  their  thoughts  and  life  to  prove. 
Of  twain  they  m>w  are  one. 

4  Allure  them,  Jefus  !  with  thy  charms. 
And  joy  uliy  they'll  flee, 

By  faith  and  love  into  thine  arms, 
And  thus  be  one  in  thee. 

5  Adorn  their  houfe,  adorn  their  way?, 
With  fruit   divinely  fair  ; 

5o  in  this  world  they'll  (hew  thy  praife? 
In  the  ne&i  thy  glory  fhare. 

F!  Y  M  N    136. 
The    Beggar's    Prayer% 

ENCOURAG'D  by  thy  word* 
Or  piomjfe.  to  the  poor. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS,  I4£ 

Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy  door  : 
No  hand,  no  heart,  dear  Lord  bat  thine* 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  ufual  plea, 
Relief  from  men  to  gain, 

If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  wouldft  difdaui  : 
But  thofe  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  fuch  as  men  would  fcorn  to  hear, 

3  I  have  no  right  to  fay, 
That  tho'  I  now  am  poor, 

Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  poflefled  more  ; 
Thou  knoweftfrom  ray  very  birth, 
I've  been  the  pooreft  wretch  on  earth* 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profefs, 
As  beggars  often  do, 

Tho'  freat  is  my  diilrefs, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 
If  thou  fhouldil  leave  my  foul  to  flarv.^ 
It  would  be  what  I  fhc-uld  deferve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 

And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
1*11  trouble  thee  no  more; 
Thou  often  hail  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  mnft  come  again. 

6  Tho*  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  fuch  a  wretch  as  I, 

No  leu  than  children's  food, 
My  fold  can  futicfy  ; 
N 


146         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go  ; 

1  mud  have  all  thou  canft  beftovr. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 
Thy  bounties  to  conceal 

From  others,  who  like  me 

Their  wants  and  hunger  (csl  ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercies  (lore, 
And  try  to  fend  a  thoufand  more,, 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wife, 
Our  thot's  and  ways  tranfeend, 

Par  3S  the  arched  fkies 

Above  this  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  bear  j 
JSut  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer. 


HYMN    137. 
For  the  New- Year. 

HAIL  the  new  year  that's  now  begun^ 
Now  let  us  all  to  God  return  ; 
Prom  finful  ways  may  we  all  ceafe, 
And  with  each  other  live  in  peace. 

2  While  thoufands  have  been  call'd  away, 
Yet  ft  ill  we  live  to  fee  this  day  ; 

With  thanks  to  God  then  all  draw  near, 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year* 

3  While  many  are  Pick  and  confin'd, 
Others  depriv'd  of  kn^  and  mind, 
We  yet  retain  them  bright  and  cie:,r; 
To  celebrate  ihe  happy  year, 

4.  Then  let  113  all  to  God  repair, 
And  offer  him  our  tryife  fttid  pray'r. 


frttlRJTTUAfi     SONGS.  1 4? 

Now  unto  him  may  we  draw  near, 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

$   And  now  forfake  all  vice  ?nd  fin, 
And  the  new  year  with  God  begin  ; 
Then  with  great  joy  we  ihali  appear, 
To  celebrate  the  happy  year. 

6  Then  truly  happy  fuch  will  be, 
Who  from  all  fin  do  always  flee, 
And  unto  ChriH  will  now  give  ear ; 
Such  we  do  wifh  a  happy  year. 

7  All  then  who  f^e  their  undone  ftate, 
Leaving  their  all  for  Jcfua'  fake, 

To  fuch  we  can  with  joy  fine  ere, 
Wifiuhem  a  happy,  happy  year, 

S  All  thofe  who  are  now  born  again, 
And  in  Chrift  Jefusdo  remain, 
All  fuch  as  thofe  we  need  not  fear, 
They  will  enjoy  a  happy  year. 

9  But  true  religion  ft  ill  we  find, 
Gives  the  mod  peace  unto  the  mind  j 
Poffeflors  of  it  will  appear, 
To  wifn  us  all  a  happy  year. 


HYMN    138. 

Compofed  en  the  death  of  a  Wife. 

OW  vain  are  the  pleafure?  of  time, 
How  fond  are  vain  mortals  of  life, 
There's  nought  of  the  hcav'nly  fublime, 
There's  nought  but  coafufion  sad  ftrife. 


143         DIVINE     HYMNS,     OR 

2  My  bride,  the  dear  wife  of  my  you:;];, 
Lies  panting  and  gafping  for  breath, 

More  pieas'd  with  the  beauties  of  truth, 
And  blefs'd  in  th'  embracei  of  death. 

3  Her  fcruggics  are  long  and  fevere, 
While  ftruggling  and  coughing  me  finilef* 

Say'ing  Jefus  has  made  me  his  care, 
I  Toon  (hall  forget  all  my  toils. 

4  She  calls  for  the  chariot  of  Chrift, 
How  ftowly  it  moves  on  the  way, 

How  longi  my  Lord  Jefus,  fue  cries, 
How  long  have  1  here  for  to  flay  ? 

5  Yet  Jefus  is  faithful  to  me, 

He  pities  the  pains  now  I  fee!  ; 
I  fnall  not  outlay  his  dccrecf 
He  gives  me  hh  love  as  a  feah 

6  Farewell  my  dear  hufband,  faith  me? 
Now  from  your  kind  bofom  I  leap. 

With  Jefus  my  bridegroom  to  be, 
My  iiefa  in  jhc  tomb  for  to  fleep, 

7  And  thus  fne  continued  to  cry, 
For  patience  to  wait  for  the  word, 

Till  from  us  (he  leap'.I  and  did  fly, 
Forever  to  dwell  with  the  Lord* 

§  Now  like  a  difconfolate  dove, 
I'm  left  all  alone  for  to  mourn  ; 

O  may  the  kiad  power-  above, 
Shew  pity  to  me  while  alone. 

9  I  look  through  the  rooms  of  my  houfe, 
Each  door  on  its  hinges  doth  mourn  j 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  149 

While  fcarchi'ng  T  find  not  my  fpoufe, 
Nor  will  fhe  to  me  e'er  return. 

ro  How  lonefome  my  table  to  me, 
How  empty  the  place  where  fhe  fat, 

What  lonefome  devotion  I  pay, 

Where  once  we  fo  fweetly  did  cies'i 

1 1  And  ftiil  for  to  heighten  my  grief, 
My  fons  a  kind  mother  have  loll, 

They  can't  go  to  her  for  relief, 

O  may  they  in  God  put  their  tiuft. 

12  And  mall  I  indulge  my  complaint, 
And  tell  you  how  lonefome  my  bed, 

And  try  all  my  feelings  to  paint, 
And  fix  to  each  note  a  dark  (hade  ? 

13  There's  none  that  dan  I^arn  my  complaint, 
Unlefs  it  is  ftamp'd  on  their  heart  ; 

all  that  gay  heathens  can  paint, 
Can  tell  how  true  lovers  do  part. 

r^  Bat  thofe  who  have  loll  their  beft  part, 
Torn  from  thrm,  Mill  leaving  the  wound, 

May  gvs>$  how  I  fed  at  my  heart, 

And  notes  of  this  kind  they  can  found. 

l$  My  pafTione  will  lead  me  too  far  ; 

My  grief  I  will  leave  with  the  Lord, 
I  truft  I  fiiall  fhortly  go  where 

Vain  palHon  can't  lead  from  his  word. 

1 6  My  lyric  I  now  will  conchide, 

And  ple3s'd  with  the  thoughts  of  r^Inafe 

From  troubles  that  me  do  ftirround, 
To  d\vell  in  the  regions  of  peace* 

II  2 


I^O         DITINE    HYMNS,      Oa 

17  While  I  think  of  concluding  my  fong, 
Methinks  me  bends  downward  her  wrings, 

And  whifpers  you're  not  to  (lay  long-, 
You'll  fhortly  come, home  to  our  king, 

f  S  She  now  views  more  v/onders  at  once, 

Than  ages  on  earth  can  relate, 
From   nation  to  nation  flie  runs, 

Then  mounts  to  the  heavenly  feat. 

19  There  waiting  for  farther  commandsj 
At  length  (he's  d:re&cd  to  ily, 

To  farther  inhabited  lands, 

New  glories  and  wonders  to  fpy. 

20  And  while  flie  their  beauties  behold. 
She  having  her  lyre  well  ftrung, 

Mounts  up  in  her  chariot  of  gold, 
And  iirikes  an  eternal  new  fong. 

21  How  long,  my  dear  Jefus,  how  Iong> 
Ere  I  (hall  come  home   to  my  king, 

And  join  that  eternal  new  fong, 
And  with  pay  kin!  Either  to  ting* 

22  It  is  but  a  moment  or  two, 

I  have  ia  this  world  for  to  flay, 
I3efore  I  fhall  leap,  and  malt  go, 
To  fing  in  the  regions  of  day. 

23  With  patience  I'll  wait  for  the  morn. 
Nor  think  the  dark  moments  are  longj 

Until  my  Lord  jefus  return, 
Then  join  the  angelical  fong. 


spiritual    sg::gs.        IJ| 

HYMN    139- 
On  the  greal  Duty  of  Prayer, 

KAT  vsr'oiis  hindrances  we  meet3 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  feat  ; 
Yet  who,  that  know? the  worth  of  prayer, 
rimes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken:  elands  withdraw^ 
Pray'r  climbs  the  Ladder  Jacob  faw  j 

Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  ev'ry  blelling  from  above. 

3  Re  Braining  prayVj  we  eezue  to  tight; 

Pray'r  makes  the  Chri&ian's  armor  bright  3 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  fees 
The  wcakeft  faint  upon  his  knee?. 

i.  When  Motes  8©c J,  with  arms  fpread  w:de3 
Succefs  was  found  on  Ifraeh's  fide  ; 
Rut  when  thro*  wesrinefs  they  failM, 
That  mement  Ameleck  prevail'd. 

5  Have  jfl\i  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  agai»i 

Words  How  space  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  follow  creaUurea'  ears 
With  the  fad  uie  01  all  your  care3. 

6  Were  half  our  breath,  tkps  vainly  fpenf, 
To  heaven  in  fuppiication  fent, 

Our  cheerful  fongs  would  often  he, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 


HYMN    14c. 
The  Work  of  a  Mimfleri 
EFOR.E  thy  tnror.e,  eternal  king, 
Thy  mimfters  their  tribute  bring  5 


1$2         DlflNE     HYMNS,     OR 

Their  tribute  of  united  piaife, 

For  heav'nly  news  and  peaceful  days. 

2  We  Ting  the  conqueft  of  thy  fword, 
And  publish  loud  thy  healing  word  ; 
While  angels  found  thy  glorious  name, 
Thy  faving  grace  our  Isps  proclaim, 

a  Thy  various  fervice  we  efteem, 
Our  fweet  employ,  our  blifs  fupreme, 
And  while  we  feel  thy  heav'nly  love, 
We  burn  like  feraphims  above. 

4  Norferaphs  there  can  ever  raife, 
With  us  an  equal  fong  of  praife  ; 
They  are  the  nobleft  works  of  God, 
Bat  we  the  purchafe  of  his  blood. 

5  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound, 
Still  prune  the  vine  or  pbw  the  ground  ; 
Thy  fheep  with  wholefome  pafture  feed, 
And  watch  them  with  unweary'd  heed, 

9  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Our  care  below,  our  crown  above  ; 
Thy  praife  mall  be  our  bleft  employ, 
Thy  prefenee  our  eternal  joy. 


HYMN   141. 
Christ's   Crucl/ixisn. 

TTESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
I)      The  wine-prefs  treads  alone, 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up, 

By  his  expiring  groan  : 
Lo  !  the  pow'rs  of  heav'n  h:  fnake$> 
Nature  in  conv alfion  lief. 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  I£3 

Earth's  profour.deft  center  quakes, 
The  great  Jehovah  dies. 

t  Dies  the  glorious  caufe  of  al!j 

The  true  eternal  plan, 
Falls  to  raife  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ranfome  finful  man  ; 
Well  may  sol  withdraw  his  light* 

With  the  fufferer  fympnthizc, 
Leave  the  world  in  fudekn  Highly 

While  his  creator  dies. 

3  O  my  God  !  he  dies  for  me, 
I  feel  the  mortal  fmart  ! 

See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  fight  that  breaks  my  heart  1 
O  that  all  to  thee  might  turn  ; 

Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too, 
Look  on  him,  ye  piere'd,  and  mouro 

For  one  who  bled  for  you. 

4  Weep  o'er  your  defirea  and  hoped 
With  tears  of  humbled  love  ; 

Sing,  for  Jefus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above  ? 
Lives  our  head,  to  die  no  more* 

Pow'r  is  all  to  Jefus  giv'n, 
Wormip'd  as  he  was  before, 

Th*  immortal  king  cf  heav'n* 

HYMN    i4i, 

Christ's  Afcenjizn* 

AIL  the  day  that  fees  him  rife, 
Ravifh'd  from  our  widiful  eyes  £ 
Chrift,  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Re-afceads  his  native  luav'n. 


£54         DIVINE    HYMNS,    Oft 

There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  j 
"  Lift  your  heads,   eternal  gates  i 
€*  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  feene, 
"  Take  the  king  of  glory  in  I" 

?.   Him  the  higheft:  heaven  receive?, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Tho'  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  the  world  his  own  $ 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Next  himfelf  prepares  our  place. 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Matter  (may  we  ever  fay) 
Take  from  our  head  to-day  ; 
See  thy  faithful  fervants  fee, 
Ever  gazing  up  for  thee  ! 
Grant,  tho'  parted  from  our  fight, 
High  above  you  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rife, 
FoliVing  thee  beyond  the  Ikies* 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Looking  when  our  Lord  mall  comej, 
Longing,  gafping  after  home  ; 
There  we  (hall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  endlefs  reign, 
There  thy  face  unclouded  fee, 
Find  our  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  thee. 


HYMN    143. 
For  a  per/on  under  temptation^ 
TESUS,  lover  of  my  foul, 
1    Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters,  foil, 


8PIRI1UAL     SONGS,  Ig§ 

While  the  tempeft  {lill  is  high  j 
Jiidc  me,  O  my  Savior,  hide, 

Till  the  dorm  of  life  la  paft  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  foul  at  lad  ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 
Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee, 

Leave,  ah!    leave  me  r.ct  a!on^ 

Still  iupport  and  comfort  me  j  ' 
AH  my  trull  on  thee  is  (lay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  dekncelefs  head, 

With  the  ftadow  of  thy  wing, 

3  Thou  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 

Raife  the  tallen,  enter  the  faint, 

Heal  the  fick,  and  lead  the  blind  ; 
Juftand  holy  is  thy  name  } 

1  am  all  nnrfghteoufnefs  J 
Vile  and  full  of  fin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

^  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  I  found, 

Giace  to  pardon  all  my  fin  ; 
Let  the  healing  rtreams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  tL 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  hsaitj 

Rife  to  all  eternity. 

H  Y  M  N    144. 
The  Chriflian's  complaint,  and  prayer  for  thi  ImpsZ' 
itini. 
H  !  woe  is  me,  cjmlrainM  to  dwell 
Among  the  fons  of  ni^ht  ; 


f£6        DI7INE    HYMNS,     Oil 

Poor  flnners  dropping  into  hell, 
Who  hate  the  gofpel  light, 

2  Wild  as  the  untam'd  Arab's  race; 
Who  from  their  Savior  fly, 

And  trample  on  his  pardVIng  grace, 
And  all  his  threats  defy. 

3  Yet  here  alas !  in  pain  I  live, 
Where  Satau  keeps  his  feat, 

And  day  by  day  for  thofc  I  grieve, 
Who  will  to  iin  fubmit. 

4  With  gufhing  eyes  their  deeds  I  fee^ 
Their  punifliment  is  nigh, 

I  afk  with  him  who  ranfom'd  me, 
Why  will  you  fin  and  die  ? 

5  Jefus,  redeemer  of  mankind, 
Difplay  thy  faving  pow'r  ; 

Thy  mercy  let  thofe  outcafts  find, 
To  know  their  gracious  hour» 

6  Ah  !  give  them  Lord,  a  longer  fpace> 
Nor  fuddenly  confume ; 

But  let  them  take  the  preffer'd  grace, 
And  ilee  the  H'ralh  to  come, 

7  Open  their  eyes  and  ears,  to  fee 
Thy  crofs,  to  hear  the  cries, 

Sinner  thy  Savior  weeps  for  thee, 
For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies, 

S  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  (lands, 

His  rebels  to  receive  j 
And  (hews  his  wounds  and  fpread3  his  hands. 

And  bids.ycu  turn  and  Iive« 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS,  %$f 

HYMN   145. 

The   Tear  of  Jubilee* 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  folemn  found  j 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remoteft  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ranlom'd  fmncrs,  home* 

2  The  gofpel   trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace  $ 

Ye  happy  fouls  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Savior's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return  to  your  fternal  hoir.e. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 

Redemption  in  his  blcod, 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  ;'?  come, 
Return,  ye  ranlom'd  finners,  home 

HYMN    146. 
Praife  for  the  Hope  of    Glory* 

ISOJOURN.n  a  vale  of  tears, 
Alas,   how  can  I  fing  J 

h\y  harp  doth  op  the  wiiiows  hang, 
Diliun'd  in  every  firing. 

2  My  mafic  is  a  captive's  chain*? 

Harm  founds  my  ears  do  fill  ; 
How  (hall  I  fing  f.vect  Zion's  longs 

Cn  this  £dc  Ziou'a  hill  ! 


I58        DIVINE    HYMNS,     © 

3  Yet  h  !  I  hear  the  joyful  found, 

Surely  I'll  quickly  come  ; 
Ea<.h  word  ranch  fweetnefs  doth  diftil, 

Like  a  full  honey  comb. 

4  And  dofl  thou  come  my  dearefl  Lord  I 
And  doft  thou  furcly  come  ? 

And  doit  thou  furely  quickly  ccmc  ? 
Mcihinka  I  am  at  home. 

5  Come  then  my  deareft,  dearell  Lord, 
My  fweeteft,  furclV  friend  ; 

Ccme,  for  I  loaih  thefc  Keder  tents^ 
The  fiery  chariot  fend, 

6  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  I 
My  Jefus  is  not  here  ; 

Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  bleft  until 
My  Jefus  doth  appear. 

7  My  Jefus  it  gone  up  to  heav'n, 
To  get  a  place  for  me  ; 

Tor  'tis  his  will  that  where  he  is9 
There  mould  his  Tenants  be. 

8  Canaan  I  view  from  Pifgah's  top, 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  tafte  ; 

My  Lord  who  fends  unto  me  here? 
Will  fend  for  me  al  laft, 

9  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not. 
Why  mould  1  be  perplext  ? 

,lvly  God  that  owns  me  in  this  wor'J, 
Will  own  pc  in  the  next. 

10  My  dearefl  friends  they  dwell  alove> 
'    Them  will  I  go  to  fee. 

$.nd  all  my  fri<  nds  in  Chrift  below'? 
V.  ill  fops  come;  after  Q 


i  ii  ritual    sorter.        I  £9 

HYMN    147. 

The  Sinner* t  Fears. 

LAS  !  for  I  have  fcen  the  Lor  J, 
With  a  drawn  fword  he  flood  ; 
Now  might  he  fheathe  it  in  my  flefh) 
And  bathe  it  in  my  blood. 

2  I've  dar'd  him  with  my  mighty  fini, 
As  if  he  was  too   flow  ; 

But  now  he  comes  both  arm'd  and  girt, 
As  an  enraged   foe. 

3  What  (hall  a  guilty  (inner  do. 
When  juftlce  d.^es  appear  ? 

O  whither  (hall  I  flee  frona  him, 
Whofe  place  is  ev'ry  where  I 

4  As  I  can  neither  (land  nor  fly, 
So  neither  can  I  bear 

The  mighty  hand  which  grinds  the  tocks9 
And  doth  foundations  tear. 

5  My  p3le,  my  poor,  my  trembling  foul, 
Does  ftsrt  at  every  tbmg  ; 

It  hourly  fears  huge  holts  of  wrath, 
From  this  inctnfed  king. 

6  Should  he  but  his  commiiTion  grant, 
All  creatures  would  engage 

Againft  me  as  their  foe  profefs'd, 
With  an  united  rage. 

7  My  fears  are  juft,  I  defer?::  bell, 
And  'lis  ny  proper  hire  ; 

But  who  can  dwell— O  who  can  dvrdi 
With  everiafting  fire  • 


l6o        DIVINE     HYMNS,     Oft 

HYMN    148, 
The  unknown    World. 
Compofed  on  the  tolling  of  a  Bell, 
ARK  !  my  gay  friend?,  that  folemn  toll 
Speaks  the  departure  or  a  foul  ! 
?Tis  gone,  that's  all  we  know — not  where, 
Or  how  thcunhndy'd  foul  doth  fare. 

2  In  that  myfter'ous  world  none  knows 
But  God  alone  to  whom  it  goes  ; 

To  whom  departed  fouls  return, 

To  take  thtir  doom,  to  fmile  or  mourn. 

3  Oh  !  by  what  gtiram'ring  light  we  view 
The  unknown  world  we're  haft'ning  to  ! 
God  has  lock'd  up  the  my  (lie  page, 
Andeurtain'd  darknefs  round  the  ilage  ! 

4  Wife  heav'n  to  render  fearch  perplext, 
lias  drawn  'cwfxt  this  world  and  the  next, 
A  dark  impenetrable  fcreen, 

All  behind  which  is  yet  unfeen  ! 

5  We  talk  of  heaven,  we  talk  of  hell, 
But  what  they  mean  no  tongue  can  tell  i 
Heav'n  is  the  realm  where  angels  are, 
And  hell  the  chaos  of  defpair  ! 

6  But  what  thefe  awful  words  imply, 
None  of  us  know  until  we  die  ! 
Whether  we  will  or  no,  we  mufl 
Take  the  fucceeding  world  on  truft, 

7  This  hour  perhaps  our  friend  is  well  ; 
Death-ftruck  the  next,  he  cries  farewell ! 
I  die— and  then  for  aught  we  fee, 
Ceafes  at  once  to  breath  and  be, 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.  Id 

£  Thus  launch'd  from  life's  ambiguous  fhore, 
In^c'ph'd  in  death,  appears  no  more, 
Then  undirected  to  repair 
To  diftant  worlds  we  know  not  where. 

9  Swift  flies  the  foul,  perhaps  'tis  gone 
A  thoufand  leagues  beyond  the  fun  ; 

Or  twice  ten  thoufand  more  thrice  toldp 
Ere  the  forfaken  clay  is  cold  ! 

10  And  yet  who  know?,  if  friends  we  lov'd'i 
Tho'  dead,  may  be  fo  far  remov'd  ; 

Only  this  veil  of  ilefh  between, 
Perhaps  they  watch  us  tho'  uufeen, 

11  Whillt  we  their  lofs  lamenting  fay, 
They're  out  of  hearing  far  sway  ; 
Guardians  to  us,  perhaps  they're  neaTj 
Conceai'd  in  vehicles  of  air. 

I :   And  yet  no  notices  they  give, 
"or  tell  us  where  or  how  they  live  ; 
.'  eonfeious  whilil  with  us  below, 
Kow  much  themfelvcs  d^fir'd  to  know  1 

13  As  if  bound  up  by  folemn   fate, 
To  keep  the  fecretg  of  their  ftate, 
To  tell  their  joys  or  pains  to  none, 
That  man  might  live  by  faith  alone. 

14  Well,  let  my  fcvere'gn,  if  he  pleafcj 
Lock  up  his  marvellous  decrees  , 

Why  fhould  I  wifh  him  to  reveal 
What  he  thinks  proper  to  conceal  ? 

ic  It  is  enough  that  I  believe, 
HcavVs  brighter  than  I  can  conceive  £ 

C  * 


1 52         DIVINE    HYMNS,    OK 

And  he  that  makes  it  all  his  care 

To  ferve  God  here  fhall  fee  him  there. 

1 6  But  oh  !  what  worlds  fnall  I  furvey. 
The  moment  that  I  leave  this  clay  ? 
How  fudden  the  furpnfe,  how  new  !       m 
Let  it,  my  God,  be  happy  too. 


HYMN  149- 
Faith's  Review  and  Expectation, 

AMAZING  grace  !  how  fweet  the  found  1 
That  fav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  loft,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  fee. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  reiiev'd  ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  firft  believ'd  ! 

3  Thro*  many  dangers,  toils  and  fnares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 

?Tis  grace  has  brought  me  fafe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  prcrr.iVd  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  fecurca  ; 

He  will  my  iliield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flefh  and  heart  fhall  h\\9 
And  mortal  life  (hall  ceafe  ; 

I  fhall  poffeff,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


fPIRITUAL     SONGS,  l6% 

G  The  earth  mall  foon  difTolve  like  fnow$ 

The  fun  forbear  to  mine  ; 
But  God,  who  calPd  me  here  below, 

Will  be  forever  mine. 


HYMN    150. 
The  Joy  of  the  lord  is  your  Siren^ihi 

JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
In  nature's  barren  foil  ; 
AH  we  can  boaft  til!  Chriit  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil, 

2  "But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grsce> 
And  made  his  glories  known  ; 

There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3  A  bleeding  Savior  feen  by  faith^ 
A  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love  ; 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  thofe  above. 

4  To  take  a  glimpfe  within  the  veil, 
To  know  that  God  is  mine  ; 

Are  fprings  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unfpeakable  I  divine  1 

5  Thefe  are  the  joy  s  which  fatJsfy, 
And  fan&ify  the  mind  ; 

Which  make  the  fpirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6  No  more,  believer?,  mourn  your  lot> 
But  if  you  are  the  Lord's  ; 

Refign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 


354         DXflNE    HYMNS,     OR 

HYMN    151. 
O  that  I  nvers  as  in  months  pajl  J 

SWEET  was  the  time  when  fir  ft  1  felt 
The  Savior's  pard'ning  blood 
Apply M  to  cleanfe  my  foul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  mc  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praifes  tan'd  my  tongue  ; 

And  when  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  fong. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  fpread  his  wiles? 
The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 

I  IiVd  upon  my  Savior's  fmiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  pray'r  my  foul  drew  near  the  Lop.?; 
And  faw  liis  glories  fhine  ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  eall'd  each  promife  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  faints  I  often  fpoke, 
Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 

But  now  my  heart  is  almoil  broke. 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now,  when  the  evening  (hade  prevail^ 
My  foul  in  darknefs  mourns  : 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns* 

7  My  pray'rs  are  now  a  chattering  boi&i 
For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 

I  read,  the  promife  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  cafe. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  foul  his  prey  ; 

Yet  Lord  thy  mercies  cannot  fail> 
O  come  without  delay. 


**IRITUAL     SONGS.  Xo£ 

HYMN    152, 

The  Refce,  River  and  Rock  of  the  Church. 

E  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known* 
Aad  bore1  our  fins  and  pains  ; 
Now,  feated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns, 

3  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  an  unerring  (kill  ; 
And  conntlefs  worlds  extended  wide, 

Obey  hie  fev'reign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumber'd  found  his  praife> 

In  yonder  world  above  ; 
His  faints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 

4.  His  rightecufnefs,  to  faith  reveaPd$ 

Wrought  out  for  guilty  worms  ; 
Affords  a  hiding-place  and  fhield, 

From  enemies  and  dorms. 

5  This  land  thro*  which  his  pilgrims  gOj 

Is  defolate  and  dry  ; 
But  ftreams  of  grace  from  him  o'erflow, 

Their  thirft  to  fatisfy. 

C  When  troubles  like  a  burning  fun, 

Beat  heavy  or»  their  head  ; 
To  this  almighty  rock  they  run, 

To  find  aplealing  made. 

7  How  glorious  he  !  how  happy  they 

In  fuch  a  glorious  friend  ! 
Whofe  love  fecures  them  all  the  way, 

Aad  crowns  them  at  the  cni. 


Io6         DIVINE    KYMNS,     Oil 

HYMN    153. 

Tbg    Prodigal  Sen* 

AFFLICTIONS,  thc/they  fceffl  fever«y 
In  merey  oft  are  fent  ; 
They  ftopp*<J  the  prodigal'a  career* 

And  forc'dhitti  to  repent  ; 
Altho'  he  no  relenting  felt, 

Till  he  had  fpent  hi3  ilore  j 
His  flubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
When  famine  pineh'd  him  fore, 

2  W  What  have  I  gaiVdby  fin,"  he  faid, 
'*  Eut  hunger,  (name  and  fear  ? 

My  father's  houle  abounds  with   breadj 

While  I  am  flarving  here. 
I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

And  fall  before  his  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  cali'd  his  fon, 

I'll  feek  a  fervant's  place." 

3  His  father  faw  him  coming  back. 
He  faw,  and  run,  and  fmil'd  ; 

And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck, 

Of  his  rebellious  child. 
€i  Father,  I've  finn'd — but  O  forgive  V3 

**  I've  heard  enough,"   he  faid, 
f  Rejoice  my  houfe,  my  fon's  alive, 

For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead, 

4  il  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  flafn,- 
And  fpread  the  news  around  ; 

My  fon  was  dead  but  lives  again, 

Was  loft,  but  now  is  found." 
,?Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals,, 

To  call  poor  fmners  home  ; 
More  than  a  father'9  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  ecwae* 


A    T  A  B  L  E, 

fO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 


DAM,  our  father  and  oar  head,      tAGB     47 

Am  I  a  foidier  of  the  crofs,  3  2 

Awake  my  foul,  ftretch  every  nerve,  4^ 

Awake  my  foul  in  joyful  layp,  58 

Afham'd  of  Chrift,  my  foul  difdains,  J09 

AU  hail   the  power  of  Jcfus*  name,  1 13 

Ala*  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,  125 

Ah  wretched  fouls  who  drive  in  vain,  129 

Ah  Lord,  ah  Lord,  what  have  1  done^  13 1 

Ah  me,  I'm  never  well  but  when,  139 

Arife  my  foul  with  wonder  fee,  1 42 

Ah  woe  is  me,  conftrain'd  to  dwell,  165 

Alas  for  I  have  feen  the  Lord,  159 

Amazing  grace,  how  fweet  the  foundp  1 62 

Afflictions,  tho'  they  feem  fevere,  J  66 

EHOLD  alovelv  vine,  2S 

BlefTed  be  God 'for  all,  94 

3!eil  door  of  blifs  to  weary  faints,  21 

Brethren  I  bid  you  all  fait  well,  J  14 

Blefa'd  by  my  God  that  I  was  born?  *23 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  157 

Before  thy  throne  eternal  king,  l<§ 

COME  all  ye  weary  travellers,  3  J 

Come  brethren  and  fillers,  19 

Come  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord,J  26 

Come  now  poor  finners  fliare  a  part,  29 

Chrift  cur  Lord  has  ris'n  to-day,  45 

Come  ye  finnners  poor  and  wretched,  50 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king,  7° 
Come  all  who've  fpent  your  blooming  d$yf|         §& 


l68  A      TABLE, 

Come  finners  now  approach  your  God,  &£ 

Come  to  the  glorious  gofj  el  fcalt,  joo 

Come  finners  to  the  gofpei  feaft,  i?e/ 

Ccmpanions  of  ihy  little  flock,  141 

Chriit  in  that  night  he  was  betrayMj  143 

JSMISS  us  with  thy  ble fling,  Lord  38 

Die! ft  thou  dear  Jefus  fuffer  mame,  74 

Diffufe  thy  beams  and  teach  my  heart,  %z 

Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move,  HZ 

ETERNAL  love  the  darling  fongi  83 

Enccurag'd  by  thy  word,  15 1 

FA  R  EWELL  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,  5 

From  whence  doth  this  union  rife,  44 

farewell  vain  woild  I  bid  adieu,  105 

REAT  God  of  providence  thy  ways,  10 

Great  God  my  malser  and  my  king,  14 

Great  high  prtaft  we  view  thee  Hooping,  41 

God's  power  and  wifdom  is  difplay'd,  51 

.Go  on  ye  pilgrims  while  below,  102 

AIL  fov'reign  love  that  fi. ft  began,  8 

Pie  dies,  the  heav'nly  lover  dies,  1 8 

How  free  and  houndltfs  is  the  grace,  1 9 

."How  tedious  and  taftltfs  the  hours,  20 

Hark  hear  the  (bund  on  earth  is  round,  42 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name,  6i 

Heav'nly  thoughts  create  my  f&ng,  69 

Happy  the  n  an  whofe  will  is  biw'd,  93 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  feints,  J 17 

Hark  hew  the  gofpti  uun  pet  iounds,  li<) 

Hail  happy  pi'igiims  whence  came  ye,  J 52 

Hail  the  new  year  that's  now  begun,  146 

Hew  vain  are  ci.e  pleafures  of  time,  147 

fiail  the  day  that  fees  him  rif;,  1$  j 


